#jackson wang fan fiction

[lilistayskz]

These Things I've Done - Chapter 10 (sneak peek)

“Uh… Bin?” A tap on my shoulder distracts me from chopping a pile of mushrooms into delicate flakes. They need to be tiny tiny tiiiiny if we’re going to mix them in the brownies Johnny’s baking. I cover the heap on the kitchen counter with my hand quickly before they blow away (again). “We have a problem, bro.”

This time it’s Jackson, Johnny’s adopted brother, who’s slid into the spot between the sink and the counter where I’m chopping shrooms. This particular strain is P. cubensis, commonly called Penis Envy, due to the sheer length of the stem and the thick cap that forms when it fruits. These motherfuckers are potent. Johnny and Jackson have been growing and harvesting them for about two months in the dank, humid underbelly of the empty summer house. 

Flush after flush after flush; these beauties are going to make us a killing tonight.

“What’s up, hyung?” I ask, resuming my ministrations. The knife makes a satisfying shik-shik-shik through the meaty shrooms. “Karina got her tits out in the hot tub again? I told you, that’s not my problem –”

He waves me off, disgusted. “At least she doesn’t change her clothes in front of you. I almost wish I didn’t say yes to being her shadow; gonna need steel wool to scrub all the boob out of my brain.”

“Well, that’s why Uncle Yunho chose you,” I remind him, scooping my pile of shroom flakes into the big mixing bowl Johnny places beside me. He whisks the pieces into his brownie batter, raising an eyebrow at our conversation. “She’s safe with you. You’re too gay to do anything but vomit when she gets naked. Speaking of, why are you in here instead of where you’re supposed to be?”

“Ah, Channie’s out there trying to block her from view with his big ass shoulders. She’s having the time of her life rubbing her tits on his back while he gets redder and redder –”

“Is that the problem?” Johnny asks, opening the oven to slide the baking pan in. The heat is delightful on this cold, December (almost January) night. “Sounds kind of funny to me.”

“Oh, shit. I almost forgot why I came to get you.” Jackson smirks and laughs under his breath. “She’s got your boy Felix out in the pool house playing Kiss or Dare with her friends. He’s nearly naked. Just thought you might want to cut in before his little wee-wee makes an appearance.”

Oh, God damn it. Karina always takes this shit too far, especially when she’s high. “Watch the brownies,” I call over my shoulder as I push through the kitchen door and into the crowded backyard.

[leviismybby]

You know what's fun about writing a modern au Levi x reader fan fiction? I can make Jackson Wang host a party lmao.

[ntoxicatedcherri]

WARNING: 18+ ONLY, NO MINORS ALLOWED. Supernatural themes, mentions of violence and manipulation, kidnapping themes, and coercion if you squint. This story contains smut and is dark in content. This is not meant to represent Jackson in anyway. This is purely fiction. If the themes mentioned above make you uncomfortable, do not read.

Word Count: 13.694

Pairing: Jackson Wang x Black!Original Female Character

This is for the Black K-Pop Girlies. I'm new to it but I love it. We don't have a lot of representation in this space either, so this is my contribution. I will be writing more in the future as well because Black K-Pop Fans exist and we are valid.

You’re safe. No one will hurt you.

Atabey could hear her grandmother’s voice

The goddess will protect you.

White sheets covered the mirrors.

The blue and green glass bottles still hung from the branches. 

Evil cannot enter this home.

But Atabey’s soul told her….

Something else.

The wood floors creaked as she walked the floor of Sylvia, her grandmother’s, home. It was well into the night. The time on her grandfather’s old pocket watch read 2:59 am.

 The rain spattered against the window pane. The lightning lit up the sky, casting purple and indigo against the clouds. These were the nights her grandmother would tell her, 

“Goddess Aaerie is talking. Be still and listen.”

Sleep didn’t find her easily these days. Her heart is still aching for her grandmother. Her last days filled Atabey with pain as she watched her slowly slip away. Muttering to herself about evil in the shadows. 

Atabey would braid her hair as her grandmother would rock herself back and forth, whispering prayers, and singing. Her last words were, “Keep the devil in the night. Keep the Goddess with you. Always.” as she passed her a silver necklace, covered in blessed oil. 

Atabey didn’t know what she was talking about, but her blessing made her feel safe.

But her soul told her….

Atabey

The sound of her name chilled her bones. Where did it come from? She was here alone. 

Atabey. Come to me baby. 

Atabey’s heart beats faster and faster. She crept to the front door. Her hands shook as she reached for the knob. She slowly opened it, the wind immediately sweeping her nightgown into the breeze. The rain poured, slightly obstructing her vision. 

But she could see a figure standing at the end of the end of the walkway. The lightning struck and she could see his slim figure. He was wearing all black. His light colored hair shone bright in the moonlight.

It was almost like he was standing right in front of her. 

Sweetheart…Sweetheart, come here.

The wind carried his voice to her ears. Her body dared to move closer to him.

Sweetheart…Come here. Now.

Her feet crossed the threshold of the house. The rain soaked her nightgown, the wind chilled her bones. Atabey’s mind was blank. She could only see him. She could only hear him.

That’s it. That’s my good girl. Come to me, baby.

He held out his hand to her. She was so close.Her fingertips grazed his palm. The silver necklace around her neck burned, snapping her from her trance. When lightning struck again, Atabey could see his wicked grin. The lust and desire in his dark eyes made her blood run cold.

Don’t be afraid, baby.

Her voice failed her, as fear overtook her body. Atabey turned, and ran as fast as she could, back to your grandmother’s house. She could see her grandmother. She was standing in the doorway, arms open wide for her. 

You cannot run forever, sweetheart. You belong to me.

Atabey slammed the door behind her. Her body shook from the immense fear that soaked into every pore of her being. Atabey could hear her grandmother’s voice. Singing and praying. 

“Keep the devil in the night. Keep the Goddess with you. Always.”

Atabey was safe. No one can hurt her.

But her soul told her

Something else…..

Four Months Later

Under the warm embrace of the afternoon sun, Atabey moved gracefully through her grandmother’s garden, a patch of earthly paradise tucked away in the heart of her home. The scent of blooming roses, honeysuckles, lilies, and tulips mingled in the air, creating a symphony of fragrances that enveloped the senses.

As she knelt among the sea of colors, Atabey's eyes surveyed the vibrant tapestry she had cultivated. The roses, with their velvety petals, whispered tales of love and passion. Honeysuckles, weaving through trellises, released their sweet fragrance like secrets carried by the breeze. Lilies, elegant and regal, stood as guardians of the garden's soul, while tulips, their vibrant hues a testament to the spectrum of life, bowed gracefully in the sun's gentle glow.

The scent of apricot and honey filled her nose as she coated herself in the oil,  High Priestess Ariah, gave her. Atabey had not been able to truly find comfort since that night. His smile would flash in her mind, sending a chill down her spine. 

Although, she did her best to convince herself it was just a dream-it didn’t work. She could still hear his voice in the night, calling her name in a sweet, honeyed tone. Her body would fight against her, wanting to follow the sound of his voice. All she could do was pray and call out to her Goddess. 

From the day she turned twenty-one, her grandmother and the other High Priestesses told her that she was blessed. The golden tattoos that appeared on her skin, deemed her as the Goddess’s chosen daughter. The daughter who would lead her generation of sisters to prosperity through truth, virtue, and dignity. It was a heavy burden on her shoulders but she knew that she had to carry it. 

Atabey grabbed her wicker basket and began to grab flowers from her garden to take to the temple for offering. She was preparing for her crossing ceremony tonight. During this ceremony, she would commune and ascend to the level of the chosen daughters before her. Through their guidance and wisdom would she be able to properly lead. 

She picked her honeysuckles, lilies, and tulips. The fruit on her trees had not bloomed yet, or she would have picked apples, oranges, and lemons to offer to the Goddess as well. 

She placed the basket on her hip and headed toward the wooden gate of the garden. She was eager to get to the temple and be in her Goddess’s presence. She used to be afraid of the idea of ascending. She was told that she would be separated from her body and enter the spirit realm to commune with those before her. In other words, she would enter a state of death temporarily. But through prayers and encouragement, she overcame that fear.

Close your eyes, my precious one,Underneath the moonlit sky,For in your dreams, the goddess comes,To bless you as you lie.

She chose you, child, from realms afar,To hold her light within,So hush now, dear, and heed her call,Let her love gently begin.

May stars above, in their celestial dance,Guide you through the night,And may the goddess' tender embrace,Fill your dreams with pure delight.

Sleep now, my darling, safe and sound,In the cradle of her grace,For you are chosen, blessed, and loved,In her divine embrace.

Atabey sang to herself. It was a song her grandmother had sung to her as soon as she was identified as the Chosen Daughter. It always brought her comfort.

As she walked through the tall grass, she could see a figure up ahead. She couldn’t tell who they were due to their head being covered by a black hood and their back was to her. Her heart began to beat faster. Her mind flashed back to that night.

Her footsteps slowed. So did theirs. Atabey moved to her left to hide behind a tree. Her nerves were on edge. She had been paranoid ever since that dream to the point where any unfamiliar face or presence she immediately took as a threat. She peeked around the tree to see that the person had disappeared. She wasn’t sure how they’d gone so fast but she took that moment to flee the area as soon as possible to make it to the temple. 

She didn’t want her fear to keep holding her back. Maybe once she ascended, these fears won’t be so heavy on her. She sent a silent prayer to her Goddess.

No one can hurt you. 

Atabey continued her journey toward the temple. As she wandered toward the forest that hid the temple, she felt a chill go down her spine. She could feel that someone was watching her. She looked back over her shoulder to see a man standing where she just was. He was wearing all black with vibrant red hair, holding an apple just as bright. He cocked his head to the side and waved at her. 

Atabey’s blood ran cold. He made no move toward her but Atabey could feel the power emanating from him still. Her heart was in her throat. Who was he and why was he watching her?

It was when he took a step toward her, that her basket fell to her feet. She was frozen in her spot. He was so fast, it was as if his every step was the length of twelve. 

Atabey finally willed her body to move. She turned to the forest and ran. Sticks pricked her feet as she bounded across the earth. She dared to look over her shoulder again. She could see his face clearly now. His pale skin glimmered in the bit of light filtering through the canopy. His eyes were a brilliant blue. He was not the man from that night, but he still felt familiar.

Atabey turned around and collided with something hard. A pair of arms grabbed her to steady her. She looked up and saw the most beautiful brown eyes she had ever seen. The way they sparkled in the sunlight that managed to filter through the canopy had her heart beating faster. He smiled down at her. She could see his lips moving but she couldn’t hear over the sound of her own heart pounding.

“Miss?”

Atabey snapped out of her trance. 

“I’m sorry. I didn’t see you”

“It’s okay. Why were you running like that?”

“There’s a man over there. He appeared out of nowhere and I think he wanted to hurt me.”

The man looked past Atabey with confusion on his face. Atabey looked over her shoulder to see that no one was there. She was standing here in front of a beautiful man, breathless, speaking of a man who disappeared into thin air. She was sure she looked crazy. Where had he gone that fast? Atabey reached up for her necklace, but the jewelry was missing. She looked around, frantically, for her necklace. Atabey parted the grass and turned over every leaf. She needed her necklace. It was her lifeline.

The man bent down and grabbed Atabey’s trembling hands.

“I don’t see a man, but if you say you saw one then you saw one. Maybe you shouldn’t be out here alone. Where were you headed, I can take you there if you’d like?”

Atabey bit down on her lip. Should she go with him? Should she trust him? He appeared out of nowhere too… 

It’s okay. He won’t hurt you, sweetheart. Trust him. He will bring you to me.

“It’s alright, Atabey. I’m not going to hurt you.”

Atabey pulled her hands away and slowly took a step back away from the man. His smile faltered a bit. He did it so fast that it wouldn’t have been noticeable had she not been looking at him.

“I didn’t tell you my name.”

The man dropped his hands to his side. He turned his head and laughed to himself. Atabey, still backing away from him, kept her eyes on him. She wasn’t sure what he was capable of and because she hadn’t ascended yet, she wasn’t sure what she was capable of either. 

“Wow Christopher. You really fucked that up. Hyunjin, help me with this please.”

The red-haired man, who is assumed to be Hyunjin, appeared next to him. He looked annoyed with the dark-haired man next to him. 

Atabey turned to run and collided with Hyunjin. He didn’t speak. He only kissed his fingertips and placed them on her lips. Atabey started to feel light headed and began to sway on her feet. She pushed past Hyunjin and tried to move through the trees to escape. Her feet felt heavy. The world around her started to move in slow motion.

What did he do to her?

She collapsed to the ground. She did her best to crawl away. Her vision started to blur and darken around the edges. Her body gave up on her and she could no longer move. 

She felt weightless.

“I’m sorry Daughter of Aaerie. But he wants you and whatever he wants, he gets''

Atabey’s ears began to ring. It felt as if the ground was opening beneath her to swallow her whole. Heat began to encompass her body. She could feel flames lick her skin. It didn’t burn but the sensation was strange against her skin. 

Atabey did her best to look through the blur in her vision but her senses were immediately overwhelmed by the opulent grandeur that surrounded her. The air was heavy with the scent of black pepper, cardamom, cinnamon, and clove. Beneath those scents was the metallic stench of blood.

Atabey's gaze was drawn inexorably to the walls, where torches, ensconced in sconces fashioned from the bones of fallen warriors, cast dancing shadows upon the stone floor, their flickering light imbuing the chamber with an otherworldly ambiance. 

Stones of sapphire, emerald, ruby, and topaz were embedded in the rough-hewn stone like stars scattered across the night sky. Each gem glimmered with its own inner light, reflecting the torches' flames in a dazzling display of color and brilliance. 

At the far end of the chamber, upon a dais of polished black marble, sits a throne—a formidable seat of power crafted from the bones of fallen titans and encrusted with gemstones of incomparable rarity and beauty. 

She could feel the weight of body returning to her. Her fingers fidgeted against the stone floor. 

She could feel the eyes of unseen watchers upon her, their presence a silent reminder of the ancient powers that dwell within these walls. And yet, despite the palpable sense of danger that hangs in the air, there is also a strange allure—a whisper of temptation that beckons her closer, drawing her toward the throne and the enigmatic figure who sits upon it.

With his eyes adorned in dark makeup that accentuates their piercing gaze, he commands the room with an air of quiet authority that would send shivers down the spine of even the bravest souls.

Clad in a black mesh shirt that clings to his powerful frame, he exudes an aura of raw strength and dark allure. The fabric whispers as he moves, revealing tantalizing glimpses of skin beneath its veil, hinting at the secrets that lie hidden beneath the surface.

In his hand, he holds a glass of dark liquor, the amber liquid swirling within its confines like liquid shadows. As he raises the glass to his lips, the flickering torchlight casts dancing shadows across his face, accentuating the sharp angles of his features and lending an otherworldly intensity to his dark eyes. There is a dangerous elegance to his movements, a sense of quiet power that is as intoxicating as the liquor he drinks.

As he rises from his throne, a palpable tension fills the air, thick with anticipation and a hint of danger. He moves with a predatory grace, his eyes locked on Atabey with a gaze that seems to strip away the layers of her very being, laying bare her deepest desires and fears. 

With each step he takes, the sound of his boots echoes through the chamber like a death knell, sending a shiver down Atabey's spine. She can feel the weight of his presence bearing down upon her, suffocating her with its intensity, yet drawing her in with a magnetic pull that she cannot resist.

As he approaches, his movements are deliberate, his every gesture laden with a sense of power and control that leaves Atabey feeling both exhilarated and unnerved. She can sense the darkness that surrounds him, a swirling maelstrom of shadows and lust that threatens to engulf her whole.

Suddenly, without warning, his hand lashes out, sending his glass bottle hurtling towards the wall with a force that shatters it into a thousand glittering shards. The sound echoes through the chamber thunderously, a loud crack that reverberates in Atabey's ears, leaving her trembling in its wake.

In that moment, fear and desire collide within Atabey's veins, warring for dominance over her senses. She can feel the adrenaline coursing through her veins, her heart racing in her chest as she struggles to reconcile the conflicting emotions that rage within her.

On one hand, there is an instinctual terror that grips her soul, a primal fear of the darkness that surrounds him like a cloak. And yet, intertwined with that fear is an undeniable attraction, a magnetic pull that draws her towards him with a force that she cannot resist.

As he draws closer, the conflicting emotions within Atabey reach a fever pitch, threatening to consume her whole. She knows that she should flee, that she should run far and fast from the danger that lurks in his gaze. And yet, despite the warnings screaming in her mind, she finds herself rooted to the spot. A sense of familiarity starts to settle with her as she looks up at the man who stands before her—the man from those months ago, whose very presence ignites a fire within her that she cannot extinguish.

“Who are you?” 

As Atabey's voice cuts through the tension-laden air, Jackson's gaze softens, his eyes momentarily losing their steely edge as he looks upon her with a mixture of longing and affection. Despite the darkness that surrounds him, there is a vulnerability in his gaze, a glimpse of the man beneath the facade of the King of Shadows.

A faint smile tugs at the corners of his lips as he hears her question, a gentle warmth suffusing his expression as he steps closer to her. His voice is low and husky, tinged with a hint of emotion that belies the stoic exterior he presents to the world.

"My dear Atabey," he murmurs, the endearment rolling off his tongue with a familiarity that speaks of a deeper connection between them. "I am many things—a ruler, a shadow in the night—but above all else, I am yours. My name is Ka-Yee, but you may call me Jackson''

There is a tenderness in his words, a sincerity that cuts through the darkness like a ray of sunlight piercing the clouds. As he reaches out to gently brush a stray lock of hair from her face, his touch is gentle, his fingers tracing the curve of her cheek with a reverence that speaks volumes.

He leaned down to her, his lips gently ghosting over hers. Not a kiss, but a delicate brush.

“Welcome home, baby.”

A searing heat flooded through Atabey’s body. Her golden tattoos slowly changing to crimson. Atabey looked down at her body in horror and instinctively recoiled from his touch, a flicker of frustration crossed Jackson's features, darkening his usually composed expression. His brows knit together slightly, a furrow forming between them as he watches her retreat, a pang of hurt and confusion tugging at his heart.

For a brief moment, the vulnerability in his gaze gives way to a flash of irritation, a shadow of frustration clouding the depths of his eyes. It's as if a barrier has been erected between them, a wall of uncertainty that threatens to drive them apart.

Despite his efforts to conceal it, the frustration is palpable in the tension that creeps into his posture, the set of his jaw tightening imperceptibly as he struggles to reign in his emotions. His fingers curl into fists at his sides, a silent testament to the restraint he exercises in the face of Atabey's rejection.

But beneath the mask of frustration, there lingers a deeper well of longing—a yearning that refuses to be ignored.

Atabey picks herself up from the floor and runs toward the ornate doors of the throne room. 

“Would you like me to go after her?” Hyunjin asked, suddenly appearing beside him.

“No need. She has no idea where she’s going.”

As Atabey flees from Jackson's throne room, her heart pounds in her chest like a drumbeat echoing through the labyrinthine corridors of the castle. Panic courses through her veins, driving her forward with a desperate urgency as she searches for an escape from the oppressive darkness that surrounds her.

The winding passageways seem to stretch on endlessly, twisting and turning in a dizzying maze that leaves Atabey feeling disoriented and lost. Shadows dance along the walls, casting eerie shapes that seem to leer at her from the darkness, and the flickering torchlight offers little solace as it plays tricks on her senses.

With each step, Atabey's fear grows, gnawing at the edges of her mind like a ravenous beast. She can feel the weight of the castle pressing down upon her, suffocating her with its embrace, and the sense of isolation only serves to deepen her unease.

And then, as if by some cruel twist of fate, Atabey finds herself standing before a room unlike any she has seen before. Its entrance is shrouded in darkness, a sheer fabric that billows gently in the stagnant air, offering no clue as to what lies beyond.

For a moment, Atabey hesitates, her heart hammering in her chest as she debates whether to enter. But the sense of urgency that drives her forward outweighs her apprehension, and with a trembling hand, she pushes aside the fabric and steps into the unknown.

As she crosses the threshold, Atabey is enveloped in darkness, the oppressive silence of the room closing in around her like a suffocating cloak. But even in the midst of her fear, there is a sense of relief—a respite from the chaos and confusion that swirls outside.

With a deep breath, Atabey gathers her courage and presses forward, determined to uncover the secrets that lie hidden within the shadows. 

Suddenly the torch lights flickered on.

The chamber is a realm unto itself, a sanctuary of opulence and intrigue nestled within the castle. 

The centerpiece of the room is a massive bed, its intricately carved frame reaching towards the vaulted ceiling like a monument to decadence. Draped in sumptuous silks and velvets of deepest black, the bed beckons with an irresistible allure, promising comfort and luxury beyond compare.

Along the walls, rubies and aquamarines are set into the stone like jewels in a crown, their vibrant colors casting shimmering reflections across the chamber. Each gem seems to pulse with its own inner light, bathing the room in a kaleidoscope of hues that dance across the walls like ripples on a pond.

Above the bed hangs a mirror of polished silver, its surface gleaming with an otherworldly sheen. As Atabey approaches, she catches her reflection in the mirror's depths, her features bathed in the soft light of the torches as if seen through a veil of moonlight.

But it is not just the sight of the room that captivates Atabey—it is the scent that fills the air, a heady blend of tobacco and vanilla that hangs like a fragrant cloud around her. The aroma is intoxicating, wrapping her in its warm embrace.

As she inhales deeply, Atabey feels a sense of calm wash over her, the scent of tobacco and vanilla mingling with the whispers of the shadows to create a symphony of sensation that soothes her troubled mind.

“Well, I was going to wait to bring you here sweetheart, but since you’ve made your way into my chambers-shall I make love to you now?”

Atabey's heart leaps into her throat as she feels his presence behind her, a shiver running down her spine at Jackson's proximity. She turns slowly, her pulse quickening with a mixture of apprehension and anticipation, her breath catching in her throat as she meets his gaze.

There he stands, his eyes ablaze with an intensity that sends a thrill coursing through her veins. Atabey's mind whirls with a whirlwind of emotions—surprise, desire, fear, and longing intertwining like threads in a tangled tapestry.

As Jackson's words wash over her, Atabey feels a flush of heat spreading across her cheeks, her heart pounding in her chest echoing through the cavernous chamber. She was speechless, caught off guard by his boldness, yet unable to deny the flicker of desire that ignites within her at his words.

Jackson’s eyes drifted over to the bed. The large fixture beckoning to him. The vermillion sheets. He wanted Atabey there, spread open for his pleasure.

He reached out and touched her with the tips of his fingers. His touch was soft against her skin. He pulled her closer to him, burying face in the crook of her neck. Atabey's scent is a symphony of floral and fruity notes, each one intertwining with the next to create a fragrance that is both complex and enchanting. There are hints of jasmine and rose, their heady sweetness mingling with the light, airy notes of cherry blossoms and peach. 

With each inhale, Jackson is transported to a world of beauty and serenity, his mind awash with images of sun-dappled meadows and blossoming orchards.

And as he presses his lips to the crook of her neck, inhaling her scent with every breath, Jackson knows that he is lost. His tongue traces her jawline, sending a rush of heat over her body. Jackson moans at the taste of her and starts to push her back toward the bed. The backs of her legs collide with the plushness of the mattress. The silk and velvet fabrics gently caressed her skin as her body settled into the bed. 

She shudders as his hands push her skirt up her body. His touch is gentle against her. Atabey’s eyes fluttered closed at the feel of him. He nestled himself between her thighs, his tongue still tasting the skin of her neck. 

“You don’t know how long I’ve waited for you, my love. I’ve been drinking my loneliness away, but you’re here now. I love you so much.” Jackson groaned. A ripping sound reached her ears, as Jackson tore the bodice of her dress.

“You don’t know how bad I want you on top of me, beneath me, screaming and crying my name sweetheart. I’ve only dreamed of this moment.” Jackson whimpered against her flesh.

That searing hot feeling flooded through Atabey again.

Atabey! Stop!

Atabey forced her eyes open, catching sight of herself in the mirror. Her tattoos were changing to red again.

 She pressed her hands against Jackson’s chest and pushed him away. Jackson stares down at her, a pained look on his face. She kicked away from him, forcing her body up the bed and toward the bed frame. She had been fighting a fierce desire from the moment she’d laid eyes on him.

Jackson’s gaze was still intense, full of desire and restraint as his eyes trailed her body. She covered her exposed skin with her hands, cowering beneath his gaze. 

“I can’t be here. I have to leave. I need to go to Aaerie’s temple. I need to go home.”

“Baby, this is your home now. I’ve waited for you for so long, and I can’t wait any longer. If you went to Aaerie’s temple, I would’ve lost you forever. And that goddess be damned if I lose you.”

Atabey met his gaze with a mixture of defiance and anger, her jaw set in a determined line as she spoke.

Aaerie be damned? Who is this man and how dare he curse your goddess?

 "I am chosen by the Goddess Aaerie to lead my people. It is my duty, my purpose. I cannot abandon them, just as Aaerie has never abandoned me.”

Atabey pushed herself off of the bed and headed toward the sheer fabric of his room. As Atabey steps out of Jackson's chamber, the labyrinthine hallways of the underworld castle stretch out before her like a maze of twisting corridors and shadowed alcoves. Each turn she takes seems to lead her further from her intended path, the oppressive darkness of the castle closing in around her like a suffocating embrace.

Jackson’s presence seems to haunt her at every turn, his voice a constant whisper in the back of her mind, urging her to stay—to return to him and let him show her how much she means to him.

But Atabey pushes on, her determination driving her forward even as doubt gnaws at the edges of her consciousness. She knows that she cannot stay, that she must escape the clutches of this place and return to her people—to fulfill her destiny as their chosen leader.

Finally, after what feels like an eternity of wandering through the maze-like corridors, Atabey reaches the doors to the castle—the threshold between the world she knows and the unknown expanse of the crimson desert beyond.

But as she reaches for the door handle, Jackson calls out to her. Turning slowly, Atabey's heart sinks as she sees Jackson standing before her once again, his expression pained and desperate.

Why does she feel guilty for leaving?

"Atabey,," his voice was loud and commanding, echoing in the silence of the deserted hallway. "You cannot leave. You will die out there without me.”

“No, I cannot stay here. My people need me.”

“If you walk out that door, death or life, whatever fate has for you is on you.”

With that, she pushes open the doors and steps outside, into the crimson desert beyond. The air is dry and acrid, the sky above dark and foreboding, illuminated only by the eerie glow of a blood-red moon.

As Atabey takes her first steps into the unknown, she feels a sudden weakness wash over her, her vision blurring and her limbs growing heavy. 

How long have I been walking?

Panic rises within her as she finally realizes that she is alone, lost in a vast and unforgiving wilderness with no one to guide her.

With a sinking heart, she looks back towards the castle, hoping to see someone behind her, ready to come to her aid. But to her horror, she finds only emptiness—the castle was no longer visible. Only the red desert was present, the wind whirling the red sand around her, as if mocking her with an impassive indifference.

Atabey trudges through the vast expanse of the crimson desert, each step feels like a struggle against the oppressive weight of the world bearing down upon her. The air is thick with the acrid scent of sand and dust, the heat of the desert beating down upon her like a relentless hammer.

With every passing moment, Atabey's strength wanes.

Her limbs grew heavier with each labored breath. The sand beneath her feet seems to shift and sway, mocking her with its endless expanse, as if daring her to continue on in the face of the odds against her.

And then, with a suddenness that takes her breath away, Atabey's legs give out beneath her, the weight of her exhaustion finally overcoming her. She collapses onto the burning sand, her body trembling with fatigue and despair as she struggles to push herself back to her feet.

But the desert shows no mercy, its unforgiving embrace swallowing her whole as she sinks deeper into its crimson depths.

**********

For a moment, Atabey lies there, helpless and alone, the vastness of the desert stretching out before her like an endless sea of torment. But then, with a quickness that catches her off guard, darkness descends upon her vision, and she slips into unconsciousness, her body succumbing to the exhaustion of her ordeal.

When Atabey awakens, she finds herself lying on Jackson's bed, the softness of the mattress beneath her a stark contrast to the harshness of the desert sands. For a moment, she is disoriented, unsure of how she came to be here, but then the memories come flooding back—the desert, the heat, the overwhelming sense of despair.

As she sits up, her heart heavy with confusion and longing, Atabey casts a gaze around the room, searching for any sign of Jackson's presence. But, she finds herself alone, the room shrouded in silence save for the sound of her own ragged breath.

As Atabey's gaze drifts up to the mirror above Jackson's bed, she is taken aback by the sight that greets her. Gone is the simple attire she wore before—now, she is adorned in a sleek black dress that hugs her curves like a second skin. The bottom of the dress stopped just above her knees, giving a peek to her thick thighs.. A leather corset cinches her waist, accentuating her thicker frame and adding a hint of edge to her, usual, innocent appearance.

For a moment, Atabey can't help but marvel at the transformation, the unfamiliar garments lending her an air of mystery and allure that she had never known before. She runs her hands over the smooth fabric of her dress, the sensation sending shivers racing down her spine as she takes in her reflection with a mixture of awe and disbelief.

But as she sits up in the bed, her attention is drawn to a more pressing concern—the parched feeling in her throat that serves as a stark reminder of her ordeal in the desert. With a grimace, she reaches up to touch her throat, the skin feeling dry and rough beneath her fingertips.

“Hello, sweetheart. You’re finally awake.”

Jackson’s sudden appearance is an unexpected interruption to Atabey's thoughts. She turns to face him, her eyes widening in surprise at the sight of him dressed all in red, the black makeup still lingering beneath his eyes like a shadow. 

In his hands, he carries a tray laden with a cup of water and a platter of various meats, cheeses, fruits, and vegetables. As he sets the tray down on the bed before her, Atabey can't help but feel a pang of gratitude at the gesture, despite the fear and resentment currently flowing through her.

"Thank you," she murmurs softly, her voice barely above a whisper as she reaches for the cup of water, the cool liquid soothing her parched throat with every sip. She casts a sideways glance at Jackson, who sat down next to her on the bed. He gently traced her jawline with his thumb before doing the same to her bottom lip.

“How are you feeling, my love?”

"Why do you insist on calling me those names?" she demands, her voice tinged with frustration. "My love, sweetheart, baby—what do they mean to you?"

Jackson meets her gaze with a steady intensity, his eyes burning with a fervor that sends a shiver down Atabey's spine. 

"Because that's what you are to me, Atabey," he replies, his voice low and husky with emotion. "You are my love, my sweetheart, my baby. We are destined to be together, now and forever."

But Atabey shakes her head, her resolve unwavering even in the face of Jackson's unmoving conviction. 

"You say things like that but you were willing to let me die out there. My goddess would never." 

Jackson's expression darkens, a shadow passing over his features as he listens to her words. 

"Your goddess," he scoffs, his voice dripping with disdain. "She doesn't choose people to lead. She chooses innocent women to feast on their souls until they die slowly, and they end up down here in the underworld with me. Besides, that was a lesson you needed to learn."

A cracking sound was heard as Atabey’s hand collided with Jackson’s face. This was the second time he disrespected her goddess and she was becoming annoyed by it. And a lesson she needed to learn? Who was he to think he was qualified to teach her anything?

Jackson laughed, his husky voice filling the space. He admired her tenacity.

“You find me funny? You are a pig for disrespecting Aaerie.”

“Of course I find you funny, my love. You have such an unwavering devotion to that heartless deity, who has never shown you any proof of her love, and yet you are not even giving me the chance to show you my love and devotion. You would rather continue worshiping an evil, soulless wench. It is quite funny.”

Atabey refuses to believe that her goddess could be capable of such cruelty. "I don't believe you," she declares, her voice laced with venom. 

A smirk appears on Jackson’s face. Darkness flickering in his eyes as he reaches out to gently cup Atabey's cheek. "Then let me show you," he murmurs, his touch sending shivers racing down her spine. "Come with me, Atabey. Let me show you the truth."

Jackson held out his hand to her. Atabey slapped it away from her before standing up from the bed. She nodded her head toward the sheer fabric.

“Lead the way”

*************

As Jackson leads Atabey through the corridors of the underworld, a sense of apprehension hangs heavy in the air. Atabey's heart pounds in her chest like a drumbeat echoing through the cavernous passageways, her senses on high alert as she follows Jackson deeper into the heart of darkness.

Could it be true? Could her goddess be nothing more than a cruel trickster, luring innocent souls to their doom in the depths of the underworld?

Finally, they come upon what appears to be a dead end—a solid wall of stone stretching out before them with no apparent way forward. But as Jackson places his hand upon what seems to be a random rock jutting out from the wall, a mirage-like filter shimmers into existence, revealing a hidden passage beyond.

With a sense of trepidation, Atabey follows Jackson through the opening, her breath catching in her throat as they step into the dimly lit chamber beyond. And then, as the darkness gives way to light, Atabey's eyes widen in astonishment at the sight that greets her—a crystal-clear lake shimmering in the center of the chamber, surrounded by a multitude of spirits weeping silently upon its shores.

Each spirit is a woman, their ethereal forms adorned with tattoos similar to Atabey's own. They sit in silent vigil around the lake, their eyes brimming with tears as they gaze into its depths with a haunting sense of longing.

Jackson calls out to them in an ancient language, his voice echoing off the walls of the chamber like a whisper in the wind. Slowly, the spirits turn to face them, their faces etched with a mixture of sorrow and resignation.

One of the spirits steps forward, her form glowing with an otherworldly light as she reaches out a hand to Atabey. With trembling fingers, Atabey reaches out to touch hers, feeling a surge of power pass between them as their hands meet.

Tears stream down the spirit's face as she speaks in a language unknown to Atabey, her words carrying the weight of centuries of sorrow and regret. But as Jackson translates her words, Atabey's heart clenches with a sense of disbelief and horror at the truth she reveals.

The spirits, it seems, were once like Atabey—chosen by their goddess Aaerie to ascend and lead their people. But instead of finding glory and honor in the world above, they were deceived and betrayed, their souls consumed by Aaerie and the remaining sent to the darkness of the underworld.

As the weight of the revelation settles upon her, Atabey feels her mind spinning with disbelief and fear. She recoils from Jackson's touch, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she struggles to process the enormity of what she has learned.

“I want to go home.” Tears started to fall from Atabey’s eyes.

“Baby, you are home. This is your home now.” Jackson grabbed the back of Atabey’s head and cradled her in his arms.

Atabey pushed against Jackson’s frame. Her eyes red from the tears in her eyes.

“I want to go back to my home. My grandmother’s home. Take me home”

“Atabey, I want nothing more than to give you everything you want. But I cannot give you that. Anything else you desire of me, it’s yours.” He traced a fingertip from her jaw down her neck and to her collarbone. “And soon, I hope that you’ll want me the way that I want you, sweetheart.”

Atabey's vision began to blur, her head swimming with dizziness as the pressure in her skull built to a crescendo. She staggered, her knees buckled beneath her as darkness closed in around her, and in the chaos of the moment, Jackson caught her in his arms, his voice a distant echo in the darkness as she slipped into unconsciousness.

********

As Atabey's eyes flutter open, she finds herself once again in Jackson's room, the familiar surroundings providing a strange sense of comfort amidst the chaos of her thoughts. But this time, there is something different—a subtle shift in the air that sets her senses on edge.

She can feel it—the presence of another, the faint sound of water splashing echoing through the room from behind a sheer black fabric that hangs like a veil between her and the unknown.

Curiosity piqued, Atabey sits up in the bed, her eyes scanning the room until they land upon her reflection in the mirror. She gasps in astonishment at the sight that greets her, a vision of herself adorned in a stunning red corset dress, the fabric hugging her curves with a sensual elegance that takes her breath away.

With a hesitant step, Atabey rises from the bed, the fabric of her dress rustling softly as she moves. Her heart races with anticipation as she approaches the sheer black fabric that separates her from whatever lies beyond.

With a trembling hand, she reaches out and pulls back the fabric, revealing a sight that leaves her breathless—a bathing pool, steam rising from its surface like wisps of fog in the morning light.

And there, amidst the swirling steam, sits Jackson, his blond hair dripping water as he cleanses himself in the warm embrace of the pool. Atabey's breath catches in her throat at the sight of him—his muscles glistening with droplets of water, his skin bronzed and radiant in the soft glow of the room.

For a moment, time seems to stand still as Atabey drinks in the sight before her, her heart pounding in her chest with a mixture of desire and longing. She feels a flush of heat spreading across her cheeks as she watches him, the intensity of her gaze never wavering as she takes in every detail of his form.

He leaned to the side and grabbed an emerald glass bottle. He poured, what smelled like eucalyptus oil, into his other hand. Atabey bit down on her bottom lips as she watched him rub that oil over his chest.

I could do that for him….

And then, as if he could read her mind, Jackson looked up at her, his eyes meeting hers with a knowing smile that sent a shiver down her spine. He could feel himself hardening under her gaze, as he held out his hand to her. 

“You are more than welcome to join me, sweetheart.”

Atabey steps back from the sheer fabric, her cheeks burn with embarrassment, her gaze fixed firmly on the ground as she tries to regain her composure. She can feel the weight of Jackson's presence in the room, his every movement sent a shiver down her spine as she struggled to meet his eyes.

Atabey looks up as Jackson walks back into the room. Water dripped from his hair down his face. The droplets slid down to his neck and chest. He swiped his hand down his bare chest and to his pelvis. Atabey couldn’t help but follow his hands on his body as he stood, naked, before her.

“Do you like what you see, baby?”

“I…You…Big” Atabey could feel her stomach clench at the erotic thoughts that started to bombard her.

Jackson. Naked. Bed. Writhing. Sweaty. Needy.

 Atabey dropped her eyes to the floor. She was still trying to process Aaerie being an evil deity and consuming the souls of her worshippers. She needed to focus. She couldn’t lose herself in Jackson’s naked form at the moment. 

Too risky.

She feels a sense of relief as Jackson hands her the cup of water that was sitting on the table in the center of the room.

As much as she wanted to take her mind off of it, she could feel Jackson staring at her. Unashamed at his nudity, he continued to watch her. 

“I would have loved for you to join me. I could have given you immense pleasure.”

“Please, don’t. You shouldn’t say things like that to me.”

“You’re right. How about I show you? Tell me to show you, sweetheart.”

Atabey looked up to see Jackson stroking himself. He bit down on his bottom lip, staring at her with a fire she had never seen in anyone before.

“No.” Atabey looked away, doing her best to not let her true feelings show. 

Jackson knelt down in front of her. He hands gently caressing her legs.

“I know you feel the connection between us, baby.” Jackson gently kissed her thighs.

“And if I do? That doesn’t mean I want to sleep with you.”

“Oh baby, neither of us will be sleeping.” Jackson’s intense gaze swept over her. He wanted nothing more than to rip that dress from her body and consume her, but he wanted her to want it too.

“You shouldn’t talk like that. I want no part of you.”

“I think you want every part of me” Jackson reached out and traced her bottom lip with his thumb.

“You truly are delusional.” Atabey ran her tongue over her lips, tasting his finger in the process.

“Delusional? Perhaps I’m more perceptive than you want me to be. I am a god, sweetheart.”

Atabey, reluctantly, forced her legs closed and moved away from him. Jackson had a way with words that made her want to give her all to him. But she knew she couldn’t do that. She suddenly remembered she had a cup of water in her hand, due to its content spilling onto her from her shaky hands. 

As she drinks her water, Atabey can't help but feel a surge of curiosity bubbling within her. 

"Was it you who dressed me in these clothes?" she asked.

Jackson shook his head, his expression solemn. "No, it was Christopher's mate," he replied, his voice low. "She's been taking care of you while you were unconscious."

Atabey wasn’t sure if she could believe him. Her head was still spinning from her current predicament.

"Why would Aaerie take the souls of her worshippers?" she asked, her voice full of anger and pain.

Jackson's gaze darkened, a shadow passing over his features as he spoke. "Aaerie has always been jealous of any woman, human or deity, that surpasses her in beauty," he explains, his voice heavy with sorrow. "She marks them with tattoos and grooms them to believe they will lead their people into prosperity."

He paused, his eyes searching Atabey's for understanding.``I know because I've sat back and watched for millennia," he continued, his voice barely above a whisper. "The souls of those consumed cry out to me, which is why I had them hidden behind that mirage wall."

Atabey's heart clenched at the revelation, a sense of horror washed over her as she realized the extent of Aaerie's cruelty. "But why me?" she whispered, her voice trembling with fear.

Jackson's gaze softened, a look of profound sadness in his eyes as he reached out to gently cup Atabey's cheek. "Because you are the purest soul Aaerie has ever found," he murmured, his voice filled with tenderness. "When I saw you, I knew I couldn't bear to see how that future would unfold for you. That's why I appeared to you those months ago, I wanted to take you with me to avoid the danger that awaited you at Aaerie's temple."

Jackson could see the despair on Atabey’s face. He took the cup from her shaking hand. He cupped her face and looked her in the eyes, Atabey could see the sadness in his.

“I can never go home. My grandmother’s home…”

“I’m so sorry you found out your purpose was a lie, my love. I wish I could take the pain and confusion from you but you’re safe here with me. I will take care of you. And it is important that you do not go and talk to the spirits of your sisters alone. They are your family, but they are detached from their bodies. They are not who they once were and spirits can become malevolent. Promise me, you won’t go alone.”

Atabey thought for a moment. Could she really trust his word? She thought about her sisters’ spirits behind that wall and her heart sank.

“I promise.”

Jackson smiled warmly at Atabey.

Atabey looked into Jackson's eyes, she felt a strange pull at her chest—a sensation she can't quite explain but one that fills her with warmth and a sense of belonging. She saw it reflected in his eyes, the depth of his emotions laid bare for her to see, the way he cared deeply for her, willing to move paradise and hell to ensure her safety and happiness.

“Do you need anything, Atabey?" Jackson asked, his voice soft with concern. "Anything at all, just name it."

Atabey hesitated for a moment, her mind raced with possibilities before settling on a simple request. "I'm hungry," she admitted, a small smile tugging at the corners of her lips.

Jackson's smile is like a ray of sunshine breaking through the clouds as he takes her hand in his.

“You might want to put some clothes on,” Atabey giggled. Jackson looked down at his nakedness and smirked. He could see Atabey’s eyes drop down to his erection and she quickly looked away. 

Jackson quickly went to his drawers and pulled out a pair of leather pants. He threw them on and made his way back to Atabey, who was looking at herself in the mirror above the bed.

“You’re beautiful, Atabey”

“Thank you. So are you.” Atabey murmured. It pulled on Jackson’s heart to hear her say that to him. 

Atabey laced her arm through his, and stepped out into the hall. The silence was comforting as she followed his lead to the dining hall. The room is bathed in the warm glow of candle lit chandeliers, their flickering flames casting dancing shadows across the marble floor. 

At the center of the room stood a long marble table, its surface adorned with an array of fruits and delicacies fit for a king. Atabey's eyes lit up at the sight of the peaches, her favorite fruit, nestled amongst the other offerings.

With a delighted squeal, she reaches out and grabs a peach, its juicy flesh yielding beneath her fingers as she takes a bite. The sweetness exploded on her tongue, filling her mouth with flavor as she savored every delicious morsel.

As they sat down to eat, Atabey and Jackson engaged in a long conversation, their words flowing freely as they shared stories and dreams. Atabey tells Jackson about her garden, how she loves to spend her days planting flowers and tending to the various fruits and vegetables that grow there. She speaks of her love for drawing, the way it allows her to express herself and capture the beauty of the world around her.

Jackson listens intently, his eyes shining with genuine interest as Atabey talks about her favorite things. For the first time in what feels like an eternity, he feels a spark of joy ignite within him—a glimmer of hope that maybe, just maybe, there is more to life in the underworld than he ever dared to imagine. And as he looks at Atabey, her eyes alight with passion and excitement, he knows that he would do anything to keep that spark alive, to see her smile and hear her laughter echo through the halls of his lonely kingdom always.

********

Six Months Later

Atabey sinks into the warm, fragrant waters of the bathing pool, she feels the tension of the day melting away with each passing moment. The oils, scented with the sweet fragrance of peaches and the comforting warmth of vanilla, envelop her in a cocoon of relaxation, filling her senses with a sense of tranquility and calm.

Her mind drifts back to the events of the past six months—six months spent in Jackson's company. In the beginning, she had been hesitant to trust him, wary of his enigmatic charm and the air of danger that seemed to cling to him like a shadow. But as time passed and she learned more about Aaerie and her twisted nature, she found herself opening up to him, slowly but surely, allowing herself to lean on him for support and guidance.

Despite his intimidating presence and the occasional glimpses of anger that flared within him like a raging storm, Jackson had always been soft and gentle with her—his voice never rising, his touch always tender and reassuring. He had a way of making her feel safe and secure, as though nothing could harm her as long as he was by her side.

And as she reflected on their time together, Atabey found herself falling deeper and deeper under his spell, drawn to him like a moth to a flame. She can't deny the pull of his charisma, the way his mere presence fills her with a sense of warmth and belonging she has never known before.

But amidst the swirling waters of the bathing pool, Atabey finds herself grappling with a whirlwind of emotions—fear and desire warring within her heart as she struggles to make sense of her feelings for Jackson. She knows that he is not without his flaws, that there are parts of him that are dark and dangerous, but she can't help but be drawn to him nonetheless, captivated by the depth of his passion and the intensity of his love.

Just as she begins to lose herself in the blissful embrace of the waters, she could hear Jackson enter the other room. She could hear the rustling of paper and drawing implements in hand. He placed them gently on the bed, his movements graceful and deliberate, before turning to leave the room.

But before he can make his exit, Atabey calls out his name, the sound echoing softly through the chamber. Jackson pauses in his steps, turning to face her with a curious expression as he steps into the bathing area and leans against the wall.

Atabey looks up at him, her eyes drinking in the sight of him—his black and red color-blocked outfit contrasting sharply against the pale stone walls of the chamber, his blond hair falling in loose waves around his face. She feels a smile tugging at the corners of her lips, a playful twinkle dancing in her eyes as she leans on her arms against the edge of the bathing pool.

"Enjoying your bath, sweetheart?" Jackson asks, his voice warm and inviting as he meets her gaze.

Atabey nods, her smile widening as she basks in the warmth of his attention. Images filled her mind.  "I am," she replies, her voice soft and melodious. "But it would be even better with some company."

Jackson's lips curve into a smile, his eyes sparkling with amusement as he meets her gaze. "Is that an invitation?" he asks, his tone teasing as he steps closer to the edge of the pool.

Atabey's heart skips a beat at the proximity of him, her pulse quickening with anticipation as she nods eagerly. "Of course," she replies, breathlessly. "I would love nothing more than to share this moment with you." 

Jackson begins to remove his clothes. Atabey watches as each item of clothing hits the floor. He’s standing in front of her in all of his naked glory. He’s not erect this time but he’s still big. Atabey’s heartbeat quickens at the sight of him.

Jackson joined Atabey in the bathing pool, the warm water enveloping them both in a soothing embrace, sending ripples of relaxation coursing through their bodies. Atabey felt a sense of contentment wash over her as Jackson settled beside her, his presence like a comforting anchor amidst the swirling waters.

With a gentle touch, Jackson took Atabey's feet in his hands, his fingers working magic as he began to massage away the tension of the day. Atabey sighed with pleasure, closing her eyes as she surrendered to the sensation, her muscles melting beneath Jackson's skilled touch.

“In the depths of the underworld, where shadows reign,

I found a light that banished all my pain.

With every breath, with every beat of my heart,

I knew that you were mine, right from the start.

In your arms, I've found my sanctuary,

A love so true, it's beyond ordinary.

With every touch, with every whispered vow,

I know that I need you, here and now.

So let me hold you close, never let you go,

Together, we'll face whatever storms may blow.

For in your love, I've found my home,

Forever and always, you'll never be alone

Oh, Atabey, my love, my heart's desire,

You set my soul on fire.

I need you more than words can say,

Forever and always, in every way.”

“That song is beautiful Jackson” Atabey sighed, his husky voice sending a shiver through her, despite the water being warm.

“As beautiful as my inspiration.” Jackson looked at her adoringly.

As they relax in the warmth of the bathing pool, conversation flows easily between them, the intimate setting fostering a sense of closeness and connection. Atabey can't help but feel a sense of curiosity tugging at her mind as she considers the question that has been lingering on her lips.

"Where do you usually sleep, Jackson?" she asked, her voice soft and curious.

Jackson's expression softens, a hint of warmth in his eyes as he meets her gaze. "I have another room not far from here," he replied, his voice gentle and reassuring. "It's nothing compared to this one, but it suits my needs just fine."

Atabey nods, a thoughtful expression crossed her features as she considered his words. And then, with a suddenness that surprises even her, she finds herself blurting out the question that has been weighing on her mind.

"Would you like to join me in sleeping in your bed tonight?"

Jackson's eyes widened in surprise at the unexpected invitation, his lips curving into a smile as he met Atabey's gaze. "I would enjoy that," he replied, his voice filled with warmth and sincerity.

With a sense of excitement fluttering in her chest, Atabey leans in closer to Jackson, her heart racing with anticipation as she looks forward to spending the night in his arms, the warmth of their shared connection filling her with a sense of belonging and comfort she has never known before.

**********

Atabey reclined in Jackson's bed, she felt a sense of tranquility wash over her, the soft silk of the sheets caressed her skin like a lover's touch. The room is bathed in the warm glow of tall red candles, their flickering flames casted dancing shadows across the walls and ceiling, creating an atmosphere that is both intimate and seductive.

When Jackson enters the room with a tray of wine, strawberries, and peaches, Atabey's breath catches in her throat at the sight of him. His leather pants were tight on his thigh. They were untied at the waist, giving her a peak of his flesh. He decided to go shirtless, his beautiful chest and abs on display.

His presence filled the room with a magnetic energy, drawing her gaze to him like a moth to a flame.

Jackson also takes in the sight of Atabey. Her red silk robe clinging to her curves in all the right places. The slit in the fabric is high, revealing a tantalizing glimpse of her thighs, and Jackson feels a surge of desire course through him at the sight.

With a graceful flourish, Jackson places the tray on the table beside the bed and passes Atabey a glass of wine. She takes it with a grateful smile, her fingers brushing against his as she accepts the glass.

"Thank you," she murmurs softly.

As she takes a sip of the wine, Atabey is enveloped in its rich, deep cherry flavor, the taste filling her mouth with a sense of warmth and decadence. She closed her eyes, savoring the sensation as it danced across her tongue, her senses heightened by the intoxicating aroma of the candles and the heady presence of Jackson beside her.

Atabey placed her glass back on the table and beckoned Jackson closer to her with her finger. He obliged, knees falling onto the bed, his hand following behind, slowly he crawled toward her. They stare at one another, the air between them crackles with tension, the space filled with a palpable sense of lust and desire. 

They have shared countless moments together, but this one feels different, charged with an electric energy that seems to hum in the air around them.

Jackson's gaze is intense, his dark eyes burned with a hunger that mirrored her own. He reached out a hand, cupping Atabey's cheek in his palm with a gentleness that belied the intensity of his emotions.

He closed the distance between them, his lips met hers in a kiss that sent sparks flying through her veins.

Atabey's breath catches in her throat at the sensation, her entire body came alive with a rush of heat and longing. His lips are warm and soft against hers, moving with a rhythm that is both tender and passionate, as though they have been waiting for this moment their entire lives.

“Atabey,” Jackson whimpered against her lips, “I need you.”

Jackson’s hands went to the ties of her robe. One pull of the fabric and it was falling away from her body. She was so beautiful naked. Ths moles that adorned her skin around her breasts were stunning. Jackson wanted his hands on her everywhere at once. His fingers traced the gold tattoos of her skin, and as he did—they slowly turned crimson.

Atabey looked up in the mirror and at her body in awe. 

“They’re turning red again” She whispered.

“Yes. It’s a sign of your devotion changing from Aaerie to me.” Jackson explained.

Atabey looked back at Jackson and placed her hand around the back of his neck. She pulled him back toward her and kissed him hard, catching him off guard. Her hands pulled at his leather pants, nearly ripping them off of his body.

Jackson was surprised by her boldness, but he didn’t want to push her too much.

“Baby,” Jackson said, hardly getting the word out between her kisses, “I want you to take control tonight.”

“Hmmm?” Atabey was barely listening as she wrapped her legs tight around his waist and her pelvis was raised up and down, pushing against his hardened length..

“It’s you tonight.” Jackson said, sitting back on his knees.

“Me? But..why?” Atabey asked breathlessly.

“Sweetheart, I know that when you devoted your life to her that meant you remained pure. You haven’t known any man and as much as I’d like to claim your body on every surface in this room, I want your first time to be comfortable. I want you to know that I will only do whatever you allow me to.” 

Atabey’s mind ran wild at his words. 

White-hot and consuming. Bodies, naked and grinding against one another. Hands on her hips as he’s between her lush thighs. She wanted all of him, all at once.

Jackson moved so that he was laying on his back, in the center of the bed, and she was on top of him, sitting on my hips.

“My hands will stay right here” he informed her, holding onto the ornate headboard, “You are in control, my love. My body is yours to do as you wish. Do anything you’d like to me.”

Jackson closed his eyes, a pleasant smile on his lips as he waited for Atabey’s touch.

She moved over for a second, but didn’t get off him. 

Jackson peeked at her and she had the red silk tie of her robe in hand. Smiling, she leaned down and kissed him gently. Atabey then laid the tie over his eyes, not tying it behind his head, just letting it sit there, hiding her from his view.

“I love this so far.” Jackson smiled dreamily.

“Ka-Yee, God of the Underworld. You are powerful and intimidating but you are also beautiful and thoughtful. While my tattoos are changing, showing my devotion to you, tonight…you belong to me. You are to devote every part of your being to me. Is that clear?”

“Yes sweetheart,” Jackson sighed. Jackson couldn’t describe the feeling of her using his other name. She had never used it since he introduced himself to her, but this let him know that she was truly devoted to him. 

He could feel her crawl up his chest and then her legs were on both sides of his head. Her honey scent clouded his mind. He could feel the warmth emanating from her, making him salivate. He flicked his tongue out, in hopes of catching a taste but she wasn’t close enough.

“Atabey, sweetheart..Please, I need to taste you”

“I…I don’t,-”

“It’s okay love, just sit down. I’ll do all the work”

Atabey hesitated before slightly lowering herself down. Jackson could feel her getting closer but not close enough. 

“It’s fine, baby. A little lower, let me taste you baby.”

Atabey lowered herself onto Jackson’s face. His tongue immediately pushed between her slick folds. Jackson hummed in delight as he lapped at her juices. She became wetter as he continued to lick and suck at her. He took her sensitive bud, gently, between his teeth. 

Atabey sighed at the unfamiliar feeling. She had never felt like this before. No man has ever touched her and she never touched herself. Jackson was the only man to do this to her and she was enjoying every minute of it. 

Atabey screamed out loud, staring blankly at the mirror above the bed, as Jackson’s lush lips covered her clit. He moved his tongue over it. Side to side, then up and down…then in circles, wet, hot circles.

His tongue, his lips, his teeth. He used them all. 

He could feel her legs beginning to tremble. 

Jackson encouraged Atabey to release for him. He wanted to drink every drop of her sweet nectar. Atabey’s cries of pleasure reverberated off the walls. That only encouraged Jackson to push her to the edge again. He wanted all that she could give him and more.

“That’s it baby. Come for me baby. Let it go” 

Atabey’s hands gripped the headboard. She could hardly hold herself up. This feeling was intense. She cried as she released onto his face, her legs locking around his head. Jackson pushed his tongue further inside of her, relishing in whatever remained.

“Jackson, please please please” Atabey chanted over and over.

“Please what baby? Tell me what you want”

“I want you. I want you so bad”

“Then have me baby. I’m yours”

Atabey scooted back, that way she was hovering over his dick that was standing straight up. 

“Jackson, I’m going to need your help. I’ve never done this.”

“It’s okay baby. I’ll teach you. May I have my eyes?”

Atabey removed the tie from his face. Jackson looked up at her and smiled. Her face was flushed from her orgasm. The robe she was wearing had joined his pants on the floor. Jackson was entranced by the view of her naked body. The now red tattoos glimmered in the candlelight of the room. 

“You are so beautiful, Atabey.”

“Thank you”

Atabey felt her face heat up as Jackson’s eyes raked over her body. At one time, the idea of being with a man would have sent Atabey straight to Aaerie’s temple. This time, her body was singing and rejoicing. 

“Close your eyes”

Atabey didn’t argue with him.

“I want you to imagine me behind you. Imagine my fingers gently caressing your skin.”

Atabey could feel phantom hands on her body. The feeling sent a rush of heat through her body.

“Now, imagine me gently pushing you forward. You’re on your hands and knees for me. I’m spreading your wet lips open again, sliding my fingers between your wet folds. Can you feel me baby?”

“Yes, yes I feel you”

“Good. I want you to touch yourself baby. Slide your fingers in, nice and slow”

Atabey obeyed. Even though he said she would be in control, he didn’t have a problem letting him take the reins.

“That’s it baby. Just like that. Keep those fingers going”

Atabey slowly pumped her fingers in and out. This was all new to her but it was exciting. Jackson ignited something in her that she never knew could be lit.

“Lean forward for me baby” Again, Atabey obliged.

Jackson lifted himself up on his elbows. He took one of her nipples into her mouth. Atabey whimpered at the feeling of his hot mouth, once again, on her body. The combination of her fingers and his mouth sent shocks through her body. 

“You taste so sweet, my love. Are you ready for me to be inside of you?”

“I am”

“Good, I’m going to use my hands for a moment.”

Jackson grabbed Atabey’s wrist and slowly pulled her fingers out of her. He put them to his lips, kissing them before taking them in his mouth. He moaned at her sweet taste. He gently grabbed on to her waist and slid her down to his hardened shaft. He lifted her up so that she was directly over him.

“Take me in your hands, sweetheart.”

Jackson hissed as Atabey’s soft hands wrapped around him. He felt like he could come right then and there. 

“Lower yourself on to me, baby”

Jackson bit down on his lip as he felt his tip brush against Atabey’s slick folds. She was so wet for him, he couldn’t wait to be inside her. He slowly raised his hips to slip inside of her more. He watched her face contort in discomfort.

“Take your time, baby. I’m right here.”

Atabey began to lower herself more onto him more. He was big and this was new to her. He stretched her but it made her feel wonderful. She was beginning to feel alive. 

Jackson kept his hands planted onto her waist and planted his feet on the bed. He slowly raised his hips to meet hers. Atabey gasped at the sudden feeling. This was better than sitting in the sun. This was better than her grandmother’s garden.

To think, she would’ve missed this feeling if he had not taken her. She was glad he did.

Atabey anchored her hands on his chest as he picked up his pace. He grunted as his shaft pumped into her tight walls. She was warm and wet. It was nothing like Jackson had ever dreamed before. His nerves were sparking with renewed life. It was sheer bliss.

“That’s it, baby. Take me. You’re doing so good for me.”

Her body slammed up and down. 

She panted his name over and over again, “Ka-Yee, Ka-Yee, Ka-Yee” She couldn’t say it enough. It was etched into every cell in her body. “Ka-Yee….Jackson”

“Kiss me,” Jackson growled.

She meshed her mouth against his, his hand holding her by the back of her neck. She gasped in pleasure and he swallowed the sound. Fast and hard, his tongue sparred with her as she rode him.

“Come for me, sweetheart. Show me how much you love having me inside you. Show me, baby” Jackson growled.

Atabey couldn’t hold back. Her orgasm clouded her vision. She threw back her head in pleasure, with the tightening of her stomach. Her nails dug into the flesh of his chest, making him hiss. Jackson could feel her leaking onto him like a waterfall. His hips and pelvis were soaked from her orgasm.

 He reared into her at an incredible pace, chasing his own orgasm.

“Oh, fuck baby. I love you, I adore you.” Jackson whimpered.

The sound of their skin pounding against one another, bounced off of the walls. His feet dug into the mattress of his bed as he continued to sink into her. His orgasm made his hips stutter, as he pushed his seed into her womb.

Atabey collapsed onto his chest. She was breathless, but also full of life. She could see that her tattoos were now completely red. She was pulled into his orbit and she didn’t want to leave. Jackson traced circles on her back as the two of them caught their breath.

“Mine, baby. You’re mine forever.”

“Yours, Ka-Yee. Yours”

********************

Atabey’s eyes slowly opened. She hadn’t realized that she had fallen asleep. She patted the spot on the bed next to her to see that Jackson was not there. Atabey sat up, her body sore from the night before.

She grabbed her robe from the floor and put it on. She was used to not seeing other people around, but on the off chance someone else was there-she wanted to be covered. She stepped outside of the room, looking around the empty halls. It was quiet. She wondered where Jackson was. 

She decided to look for him. And since this castle was going to be her new home, she figured she may as well explore it anyway. She walked down the halls, making random turns in the labyrinth. She figured there had to be a method to find your way around here. Her hands glided across the jeweled walls. The topaz and aquamarine glimmering in the candle light.

She passed by an opening in the hall that looked familiar to her. She then remembered it was where the souls of her fallen sisters were. She bit down on her lip and looked over her shoulder. 

Still, no one was around.

Jackson wouldn’t be upset with her for paying her respects, right?

Atabey wandered down the hall and approached the solid rocks. She placed her hands on each one until she found the right one to open up the room, where her sisters were.

The spirits turned to face her. The sadness in their eyes were evident. 

“Hello, my sisters. I hope you can understand me. I am sorry about what happened to you. I, too, thought Aaerie was a benevolent goddess, but to hear that she took your souls and then condemned you to The Underworld, is so heartbreaking. But I want you to know that I won’t be going back to ascend. I’ll be here with Jackson and with you. Maybe one day, I can understand you and then we can talk more and I can learn from you.”

One of the spirits approached Atabey and held out her hand. She placed it onto Atabey’s cheek. Atabey was surprised she could feel it but welcomed the gentle touch.

I can understand you.

Atabey’s eyes widened. 

“That’s great. Maybe I can understand you now because I devoted myself to Jackson and my tattoos are red now”

The spirit stepped away from Atabey, horror in her eyes.

You what?!

The other spirits surrounded her now. Looks of sadness, anger, and horror on their faces.

“What is it? What’s wrong?” Atabey was confused. If Aaerie was the one to wrong them, why were they upset about Jackson.

You devoted yourself to that monster. You couldn’t understand us because he was changing our language. We were trying to warn you sister. Another spirit spoke up.

“Monster?I don’t understand. Jackson told me that Aaerie was the one who stole your souls and sent you down here.”

No, sister. Jackson stole us from Aaerie. He has been stealing Chosen Daughters for millennia. And when you don’t devote yourself to him, he traps your soul here forever. Sister, you have cursed yourself.

Atabey’s head began to hurt. Cursed herself? No. She couldn’t have. Jackson wouldn’t do that. He said that he loved her. 

“No, that cannot be true. Jackson loves me.”

Jackson loves no one. 

“Sweetheart?”

Atabey looked over her shoulder.

She swallowed hard as Jackson approached, a dark cloud seemed to settle over his features, his brows furrowed in frustration and anger.

"Atabey, what are you doing?" Jackson's voice was sharp with anger, his eyes flashed with intensity as he confronted her. "I warned you about the dangers of meddling with the spirits. Do you not realize the peril you place yourself in?"

“They just told me that you stole them from Aaerie and trapped their souls down here because they wouldn’t devote themselves to you. And that when I devoted myself to you, I cursed myself. Tell me that’s not true. Please, tell me it’s not true”

“Sweetheart, they are lying to you. I would never-”

Lies, Ka-Yee! You have stolen another Chosen Daughter. You have cursed her soul for eternity. You are ev-

The spirit’s words were cut off by a gulf of flames consuming her. Her screams echoed in the room. One by one, the souls of her sisters caught alight. Their pain chilling Atabey to the bone.

Jackson's eyes blazed with fury, his features contorted into a mask of rage. His jaw clenched tightly, muscles tensing beneath the surface of his skin as his brows furrowed in a deep scowl. The lines of his face, usually smooth and composed, now twisted into a snarl of anger, every line etched with the intensity of his emotions.

His lips, usually soft and inviting, were now pressed into a thin line, a stark contrast to the simmering fire in his eyes. A vein pulsed angrily at his temple, throbbing with the force of his rage as he struggled to contain the storm brewing within him.

His nostrils flared with each sharp intake of breath, the sound a low growl of frustration escaping his lips.

Atabey had not seen him this way since she was first brought here.

He looked over to Atabey, flames in his eyes. He quickly approached her but she moved away from him, him only catching her robe-tearing it from her body. Atabey ran into the stone maze of the hallways. She didn’t know where she was going but she knew she had to get away. Maybe she could find the door to the Red Desert and escape. That sandy hell would be better than staying here with Jackson. 

Atabey was thrown off balance by the ground in front of her opening. She fell to the floor, scooting back as far as she could from the pit in front of her. Flames erupted from the ground as Jackson pulled himself through the pit.

As Atabey's gaze met Jackson's, she was suddenly overcome by a wave of terror that threatened to paralyze her. His eyes, once warm and inviting, now seemed to glint with a malevolent gleam, cold and empty as they bore into her with an intensity that sent shivers down her spine.

His features, usually handsome and alluring, were twisted into a grotesque mask of menace, every line etched with a predatory hunger that made her blood run cold. His lips, usually soft and inviting, were now pulled back into a snarl, revealing the glint of sharpened teeth that seemed to glisten in the dim light.

A dark shadow seemed to hang over him, casting his face into deep relief and accentuating the menacing aura that surrounded him. His nostrils flared with each ragged breath, the sound a low, guttural growl that echoed ominously in the air.

But it was his expression that truly terrified her—a look of pure, unadulterated malice that seemed to pierce through her very soul, stripped away the facade of safety and left her feeling exposed and vulnerable in its wake.

As Jackson's hand closed around Atabey's ankle, she was suddenly overwhelmed by a searing sensation that felt like flames licking at her skin. The touch, once filled with warmth and tenderness, now sent waves of agony rippling through her body, every nerve ablaze with fiery torment.

It was as if his touch had transformed into something sinister and malevolent, a cruel mockery of the intimacy they had shared just hours before. Where once she had felt safe and protected in his embrace, now she was consumed by a burning pain that seemed to radiate from his touch like a scorching inferno.

Atabey gasped in shock as the heat seared through her flesh, her skin blistering beneath his grasp. The sensation was unlike anything she had ever experienced, a relentless onslaught of agony that left her feeling helpless and vulnerable in its wake.

But even as she cried out in pain, there was something else lurking beneath the surface—a sense of betrayal and betrayal that cut deeper than any physical wound. To feel such agony at the hands of the one she had trusted implicitly was a bitter pill to swallow, a harsh reminder of the darkness that lurked within even the most seemingly benign of beings.

And as Atabey writhed in agony, she couldn't help but wonder how she had been so blind to the true nature of him. In that moment, she realized that the warmth she had felt in his embrace had been nothing more than a cruel illusion—a fleeting glimpse of a happiness that was never meant to last.

“Jackson, please. Let me go. Please, please, please.”

Jackson's laughter echoed through the chamber, a chilling sound that sent shivers down Atabey's spine. It was a laugh devoid of warmth or mirth, a sinister melody that filled the air with a sense of foreboding and dread.

It was a laughter that spoke of dark intentions and hidden malice, a taunting reminder of the danger that lurked behind Jackson's enigmatic facade.

“My sweet Atabey, I told you that you are mine forever. I will never let you go.”

[crystalr143]

New and in need of ideas of stories to write.

Helllooooooooooo everyone. My name is Crystal and I need something to write about. I can write about anything and everything even up to fan fiction. I mostly write fantasy, gore, horror, real-life things, and whatnot so nothing is off the table. I will take anything I can get. All I ask is that you guys have a little bit of patience with me seeing as I am also a human being with a life of my own. Other than that I ask for nothing more or nothing less. With fan fiction, I know I can write things about K-pop, rock bands, and certain movies/television. K-Pop groups that I know are ATEEZ, ENHYPEN, GOT7, Jackson Wang, MONSTAX, NCT, P1Harmony, SEVENTEEN, SF9, Stray Kids, The Rose, Tomorrow X Together (TXT), And Xdinary Heros. For Rock Bands Andy Black, Arctic Monkeys, Black Veil Brides, Boy hero, Breaking Benjamin, Call Me Karizma, CORPSE, falling in reverse, Frank Iero, Gerard Way, Get Scared, Johnnie Guilbert, LP, My Chemical, Romance, Palaye Royale, Oasis, panic at the disco, Poorstacy, Sleeping With Sirens, The ghost club, the relentless, Three Days Grace, twenty one pilots, TX2, Vantavoid, Weathers, and YUNGBLUD. Like I said nothing is off the table so I'm willing to write anything. Thank you and hope you guys have a wonderful

[reflections-in-a-critical-eye]

Hi.

It's okay if you don't want to answer the questions that i have send. But i have another one for you ( thats not about toxic armys and their shenanigans ofc) but there's that has been stuck in my mind lately.

I watched two Jackson Wang interviews and he pretty much talks about feeling lonely in life. For example, he confessed that he hasnt found any love connection and never had a serious relationship with someone, even though he really wants to. He even turn the ligths on in his house everytime he goes abroad. Because he wants to feel like somebody is waiting for him at home and is waiting to welcom him. Just the domestic normal stuff that normal couples in a serious relationship do.

Its definetly possible that most of the bangtan members are feeling this way too. The loneliness, longing for someone to their real personnality and not just the celebrity status. I'm curious to know who's longing for it the most.

There is no denying that being a public figure, especially some big star, can have an effect on the private life and interpersonal relationships. But also, difficulties are there, regardless of someone's position in society, except they can be of a different nature and some of the issues can be all the same because we're all just complicated people at the end of the day.

I know about those Jackson Wang interviews. I also saw recently how he invited some fans back to his place post-concert. Whatever he's going through, he's doing it all publicly and as much as it's a friendly get-together and Jackson wanting some chill time with the fans, he's still not some average person. So, things might get complicated or not. If this is one method of his of not feeling that lonely, then what else can I say?

But going back to how it relates to the BTS members and how they might find themselves in a similar situation, about feeling lonely, about wanting some connection with a partner and so on, that's something that we don't know. We might speculate based on their music and lyrics perhaps, or what they say in interviews and all that. But it would be nothing but this glimpse in someone's life that is pretty much private. None of them are as open publicly about the idol life in terms of romantic relationship as Jackson is. And as much as there could be commonality because they've all been working in the same industry and living similar lifestyles, it doesn't mean they all end up having the same trajectories and difficulties along the road. Maybe they're in happy relationships, maybe some of them don't want commitment and are into more casual situationships. Maybe some are currently dating, while others are not. This is really a topic on which there's barely anything there to talk about because it's simply a topic they don't acknowledge. And they're keeping that part pretty much to themselves. Who's to say that one member hasn't gone through a difficult breakup at some point, while being really cheerful on camera? In the 10 years that they've been active, I'm sure life wasn't all perfect.

Fans like to speculate and believe they know when something is wrong, especially in the case of those focusing on a supposed inter-band relationship, when something is going on, if they're going through something, or what's the period in a relationship when everything is going well, but somehow, they can't also tell when a member who is not majorly shipped with another, might be having love troubles with a partner who is outside the band (cause they're not all in a poly relationship, as much as fans like to joke about). That's something to think about because I believe it shows that theories are just theories and outsiders don't really have access to much and a lot of things can be deceiving. It's one reason why, when I used to read about ship timelines, I always thought about how could a fan/shipper be able to do one? Because it's like taking a step further from enjoying the interactions and the moments. It has a sort of fictional element to it. But I went too much of a tangent here, a bit unrelated to your ask.

The point is, I don't necessarily disagree with you because there are factors that can have similar effects on those who lead a certain lifestyle, but then again, generalizations don't always help and we have to look at the individuals as well. Who they are are, their temperament and personality and how much they are willing to share. If they want to or have any desire to do so.

[headspacedad]

@wooyoungbites

Imma do the thing

Knock Back by Jaxson Gamble - a true Ryou, VLD Shiro's twin brother song from my AU ideas

before I even realized I was going to get into kpop there was Jackson Wang and 100 Ways

I Don't Understand But I Luv U by Seventeen is possibly one of the sweetest exchanges between fans and singers I've ever heard of. Story is: an international fan wrote it in the comments to the kpop group, that they didn't speak korean but they loved the group and their music, and the group fell in love with that and made an entire song in reply about it. Which, as a fanfic writers, yeah, that's the way it goes.

not even gonna apologize. Style by Taylor Swift. Not only is it a bop but I LOVE the idea of two people that won't commit but can't stay away from each other and the way she easy laughs when admitting that she knows he cheats because she does too - red flags irl but delicious in fiction

Footloose by Kenny Loggins because sometimes you just GOTTA crank up something and dance until your chest stops hurting.

There are so many of you that follow me that have such fun tastes in music so I'm not going to tag and maybe miss someone that wants to play. SHARE your songs with me, gang! I'll listen to every single one. Even, and especially, the 'silly' ones.

Also Back Door by Stay Kids kicks ass.

Shuffle your favorite playlist and post the first five songs that come up then tag 5 people

i was tagged by @wooyoungisbaby !! thank you isak 😄

1. Back Door by Stray Kids

2. First Day Of My Life by Bright Eyes

3. Fireproof by One Direction

4. Think About Me by dvsn

5. Virtual Aerobics by Wallows

i just picked my likes playlist because i wanted to give yall whiplash but these are all pretty tame. (shoutout to Did It To Myself by orla gartland, which would have been next and is an absolute bop)

i'll tag @fantasticdeanna @stealthatsweater @headspacedad and @halavibe - and anyone else who wants to join!! tag me so i can see ☺️

[oshbluepacific]

Don’t Leave Me Loving You

Hi! firstly, i’m sorry this request took so long because, i was busy with work and... to me this story became personal to me because i went through something like this, but we didn’t end things in a good note, and this was a bit of a trigger for me. but still, it was fun to write it, and since i got the bad ending, i’m giving this the happy ending lmao. happy reading, hope you guys like it!!💙

Type: Fluff/Smut/Angst/ mixed feelings?????

Character: Jackson Wang x Reader (feat. Im Jaebeom)

Words Counted: 6K7+

Story is based on his song, LMLY

questions and request are available / masterlist

It was a chilly Sunday when you were enjoying your evening coffee in your small apartment balcony. You sat there on the chair with a book you’ve been reading by the table beside you. You’ve finished your work, general apartment cleaning, laundry, rearranging your furniture to give your place something new to look at. What a great way to celebrate your productivity with a cup of Iced coffee and a great book right?

           The sun was just about to go down, the sky was showing the orange, pruple, lilac beautiful sky as the chilling wind blew across your face. You take in a deep breath as you closed your eyes slowly, letting your body and mind relaxed—but it was interrupted by the sound of your phone ringing beside you. You threy your head back on your chair, letting out a groan and you could feel the little annoyance inside of yourself before you could grab your phone form the table.

Jackson

You could feel your heart jumped when you saw the caller ID before you could press the green button and pressed your phone against your ear.

           “Yeah?” You answered, keeping your cool and heartbeat to a normal rate.

           “Hey, mind if I swing by at 7?” He shot his question and you.

           Usually, you would be taken aback when people shot you a question if they can come over in such a short notice. But this it Jackson Wang—your best friend.

Maybe.

“Uh… I don’t know Jackson, I’m kind of tired today, I’ve been taking care of the apartment since the morning, and I just sat down.” You told him, pushing your hair back, lying to yourself if you think you didn’t want him to come over.

           “Well, I just wanted to swing by… I want to see you before I get back to work.” He explained himself.

           You leaned back onto your chair, crossing your arms against your chest.

           “Well… okay then, do you want me to make you anything?” You asked him.

           “No, it’s alright, I just want to be with you right now.” He sighed.

           You could feel your heart and expression soften when you heard him by the phone before you could nod yoru head.

           “Well, okay then, I’ll be waiting for you.”

           “Great! I’ll see you later.” He said before he hung up the phone.

           You pulled your phone away to look at the screen, as if to make sure that he actually hung up the line and let out a heavy breath. You placed your phone back on the table, your eyes focused on the city scenery. You covered your face with your hands, suddenly feeling pressured and stress about Jackson coming over.

You’ve been friends with Jackson for the longest time you could even remember. You met him while you were in college before he became the worldwide superstar that the people known today. Even when you were busy with your college assignments and par-time work, while Jackson was busy with his recordings, rehearsals and tight schedule, he would always have time to spend with you. When you graduated from college your parents neither your parents couldn’t make it because of their work, but you were in tears when Jackson showed up with a bouquet of flowers and champagne in hand.

           He’s worked so hard and so passionate about music and performances, he’s built his own label from scratch. And you couldn’t be more proud of him for his achievements. He gets more recognition from other people from the other side of the world, and has been invited to various talk shows and variety shows, which is exciting to see. But on the other side of that, he would sometimes feel pressured and stress because of his busy schedule, he would forget to take care of himself. But, he didn’t forget about you, and you would always remind him that you’re always there for him and remind him for the little things he needs to do.

           Things took a turn between you two when he invited you to a party that Jinyoung hosted. It wasn’t such a huge and loud party, but it was enough for you to meet a lot of incredible people with a lot of achievements. When there’s party, there’s wine—especially with Jinyoung. When Jackson asked if you wanted to get back, you nodded your head, because you felt you’ve had enough drinks. The drive back to your place was normal, you gushed at how you met some people and didn’t even freak out. He chuckled seeing and knowing that you had a great time. When you arrived at your place, you offered if he wanted to come up and he did so.

           When you arrived, you struggled to kick off your heels before you stumbled. Before you could hit the floor, Jackson caught you just in time, and you didn’t even realize how close your face was to him. You still remember the smell of his cologne, you still remember how eyes looked like. Even though it’s dark in the room but you could see his burning, dark gaze upon you.

“(Y/N)…” Jackson brethed, as you felt his hand holding your back.

           You swallowed hard, before you could breathe in the amount of alcohol from his lips.

           “I’m going to kiss you, if you want me to stop just say it.” He whispered in a low voice.

           You swallowed hard before he could leaned in and pressed his lips against yours. You could feel the fireworks in your brain, your body just melts into his arms, and the adrenaline rushing thorough your veins. You were sure drunk, but you were still sober enough to think this through. He pushed your body gently before it hits the wall. When you let out a breath, he caught this as a greenlight to slip his tongue between yours and you tangled your fingers between his hair. His free hand slowly worked up on your thigh, lifting the fabric of your dress before you could slowly lift your leg.

           “You’re very drunk aren’t you?” Jackson teased and you shook your head, pressing your lips back to his.

           “Sober enough to want you.” You told him.

           Jackson raised his eyebrow with a smirk creeping up on his lips.

           “Are you sure you want to do this?” He asked you again.

           “Don’t make me beg for it, Wang.” You told him, with a challenging tone.

           Without wasting another time, he lifted you up from the ground pressing his lips against your neck as you wrapped your arms around his neck. He struggled to open the door to your bedroom but you parted your lips before you could help him opened the door. And once the door was open, you connected your lips back to his, before he could kick it open and walked in. He threw you onto your bed before he could hold himself on your bed, hovering on top of you.

           The rest of the night became history. He made you feel such pleasure, you made sounds that felt like honey against his ear and only to make him do you more aggressive. Everything that happened was magical and it was truly alive.

           The next morning, you woke up with a headache, and sore legs. When you were about to get up, an arm pulled you back into the bed and you were surprise to see Jackson still beside you with his eyes closed.

           “Stay.” He said.

           “Jackson…” You breathed. The vision of last night came to your mind, “Did we…”

           “What? You regret it?” Jackson asked, in his raspy voice.

           He tucked a strand of hair behind your ear before he could move his hand south to your hip, tracing circles. You shook your head.

           “No, no, no, I didn’t regret—I was sober.” You told him, which only made you regret you said it.

           He lift his eyebrow up with his cheeky smirk.

           “Oh? So… was I good?” He said leaning his face.

           You could practically feel his breath hitting your face, and his lips just ghosting against yours.

           “You were alright….” You whispered against his lips.

           “Not what you said last night.” He teased, leaning down onto your neck.

           He pressed his lips against your skin, sucking the sweet spot gently as your hands dug into the bedsheet.

           “I was surely drunk…” You lied, holding the feeling of pleasure. Holding yourself, as your felt him getting hard against you.

           “Yeah… right…” He continued to trail kisses down to your chest, then moved between your breast before he came back up and plant a soft morning kiss to your lips.

           “(Y/N)…”

           “Yeah?” You breathed, before meeting his dark eyes.

           “I’m not sure if I want to be in a relationship just yet…” He told you.

           Raising your eyebrows, you placed your hands on his face. “What do you mean?” You asked him.

           “I mean… is this a one-time thing? Or…”

           “Do you want it to be a one-time thing?” You asked him, feeling yoru heart racing.

           He shook his head, “No… I sort of… think that maybe…”

           “Friends with benefits?” You finished hi question and he nodded his head.

           “I’m fine with that…” You told him.

           “Really?” He asked, surprise.

           “I’m not looking for something serious just yet… I can have a fling.” You told him.

           “So, no strings attach, if one is not in the mood, don’t force it, and if one has find someone, we’d discuss it.” He said and you nodded you head, bitting yoru bottom lip.

           “Okay—now, kiss me.” You told him and he waste no time pressing his lips back to yours, making you back alive in the morning.

It’s been going for 3 months and you could feel yourself avoiding him lately. It’s not he’s not good at it���he’s great, he’s amazing. But you started to feel like you’ve developed feelings for him. And you were too scared to find out what would happen if he finds out.

           You got back inside since it was starting to rains outside. You brought all of your stuff in before you could lock the balcony door and closed the curtains. You walked towards the kitchen to wash the dirty dishes before you could slouch back on the couch. As you were scrolling through your social media, you heard the doorbell ring.

           “Coming!” You drag your steps to open the door. And there he was...

           Jackson stood there looking damp because of the rain. He was wearing his white t-shirt (which you could see his perfect 6 through it!!) with his pair of jeans and white sneakers.

           “Hey, come in.” You opened the door wider for him to step inside.

           You closed the door behind you as you walked back to your room, remembering that Jackson left some shirts at your place.

           “Do you need a change of clothes?” You asked him as you opened your wardrobe to dig for his clothes.

           You grabbed one of his black t shirt and as you turned your heels, Jackson was already standing in front of you. You jumped, throwing the t-shirt at his direction.

           “Jackson! You scared me!” You said, placing your hand at your chest.

           He chuckled, removing the t-shirt from his face before he could take a step closer to you. He placed his arm around your waist, pulling your closer, placing his lips gently on yours before moving to the corner of your lips then down to your shoulder.

           “Jackson…” Your eyes automatically flutter closed as you felt his lips trailing kisses up and down your shoulder and neck.

           “Yeah…” His hot breath hit your skin, only fuming the fire inside you even more.            “Get change… you’re wet.” You told him, yoru hand moved to his shoulder, gripping the farbric of his slight, wet t-shirt.          

           “I can make you wet.” You heard the mischievous in his tone as he spoke and you rolled your eyes, pushing his body slightly.

           He held his hand on his chest his face showed the expression of hurt.

           “I… am HURT!” He said dramatically before he threw the t-shirt you just handed to him to the bed and took his damp t-shirt off. He threw his damp shirt into the laundry bin and he turned to you before he could turn his head to look over to you followed by a smirk.

           “You’ve seen my body before, why are you staring?” He teased and you just shook your head before you could step out from your room and lay yourself on the couch turning the TV on.

           Seconds later, Jackson followed you out from the bedroom and lay on top of you.

           “Jackson, you’re incredibly annoying today!” You pushed him aside before he volunteered to roll himself behind you and wrapped his arms around you.

           “Ugh, you’d still cling to me anyway.” He smiled cheekily, leaning down to plant a kiss on your cheek.

           “By the way,” He shifted his position, making himself comfortable.

           “What are we watching?”

You both ended up having a Friendsmarathon before eventually you fell asleep in Jackson’s arms. He was still awake because he needed to be back at the studio just before 3 in the morning and he didn’t have the courage to wake you up. He slowly slipped his armaway from you before he stood on the couch and moved away. A small smile appeared on his lips as he was how peaceful you were. He felt his phone buzzed in his pocket, so hi took it out and it was a text from Jaebum.

JAY-B

Where are you? Hurry back

He replied a quick text, telling him that he’s on his way before he shoved his phone back in his pocket. He slipped his arms under you before lifting you up from the couch and carried you to your bedroom. He laid you on the bed and put you under the cover. You shifted your position as your eyes flutter open.

           “Hey…” You grumbled.

           Jackson kneeled down as you saw his face. “You’re leaving?” You asked him in a sleepy tone.

           “Yeah, I didn’t plan to stay either, I have to go back to the studio.” Jackson explained.

           “What even time is it?” You asked, leaning up with your arm.

           “It’s three in the morning.” He smiled.

           Your eyes widen and you rolled your eyes before you fell your head back onto the pillow. “You’re crazy.” You told him.

           “I have to go, okay? Jaebum is texting me.” He said as he leaned his face closer to yours.

           You pulled your blanket from your face so that he could press his lips with yours. The thing about Jackson was; you know this is a toxic relationship, you could easily get out of it, but you never want it because you’re addicted to him.

           “Bye…” He whispered, giving you another quick peck before he left your room, slowly closing the door.

           You heard the TV being turned off, and from the gap of your bedroom door, you could see he has turned the lights off in your apartment before you heard the front door being shut. You snuggled yourself into a more comfortable position before you close your eyes and drifted back to sleep.

The next morning you woke up by the sound of your phone ringing on the other side of your bed. With your eyes still closed, you stretched your arms patting the bed before you felt you phone underneath your fingertips. You grabbed your phone, remembering where the green button was, pressing the green button and placed it on your ear.

           You moaned.

           “You’re still sleeping?” You heard Jackson’s voice on the other side of the line.

           You pulled your phone away from your ear to see the time on the top of the screen.

           “Jackson—” You moaned his name, as you rolled yourself up on the bed. “It’s 7 AM in the morning, you moved me from the couch at 3 AM, of course I’m still sleeping.” You rubbed your eyes gently with the back of your hand. H

           “I’m still at the studio, could you come over to my place?” He asked, followed by the sound of him yawning.

           “Right now? You’re kidding right?” You asked, irritated.

           “No, just come over tonight, maybe around 7?”He asked and you immediately knew where it was heading.  

           “I’ll just have to see later, if I don’t have much work today.” You told him.

           There was a few sends of silent on the end of the phone, and you waited for him to say something but nothing came.

           “Jackson?”

           “Uh, yeah, sorry I was dazing… okay, just text me if you could.” He said.    

           “Okay…”

           “Kay, bye.” He then hung up.

           You felt sick to the stomach. You felt like now is your last straw, you don’t want to be in this twisted cycle anymore. You wanted to say no, but how could you? You’d be lying to yourself if you didn’t want him. You’d be lying to yourself if you’re saying that this isn’t hurting you as well.

There was no way that you could get back to bed at this point. You groaned to yourself as you got out of your bed, dragging your steps towards the bathroom. You took a quick shower, washed your face, brushed your teeth, and dried your hair. You stepped out and put on your work attire before stepping out from your room to make yourself a cup of coffee and fix yourself a breakfast. Right after breakfast, you went back to your room to get yourself ready for work. You slipped your laptop and paperwork into your work bag before you could walk out from your room. Before you could step out from your bed room you looked at yourself in the mirror one last time giving yourself a small smile.

           “What does Jackson see in me?” You asked, turning sideways, looking at the curves of your body.

           “Well, he saw the best.” You shrugged, walking out closing the bedroom door behind you before you could grab your car keys and putting your heels, ready for work.

Work didn’t go as smooth as you thought. Your boss kept giving you paper works and even your co-workers were in the blue on where the work was from. You didn’t understand most of the data that was given to you because you didn’t even know where it was from. Your boss kept bursting out from his office, yelling at the other workers without even making sense on what he was talking about before he went back into his office, slamming the door. You swore on your life that the glass window almost cracked. When it was around 7, Jackson kept texting you, asking where you were and you replied to him, telling him that you’re still have tons of work. When it was time to go home, your boss suddenly called you to his office and you did. He apologized for how he acted, but then he told you he’s thinking of promoting you into a higher position before giving you another, tons of paperwork to bring home. You gave him your fake smile before you left his office and left the building.

As you got into your car, you placed your bag and your paperwork on the passenger seat. You leaned back on your seat, letting out a long, deep breath, your eyes flutter closed. You leaned your head to the side and you saw your phone lit up. It was a text from Jackson.

Jackson

Are you done with work?

Do you want me to pick you up?

To: Jackson

Yeah, no need, I brought my own car, I’ll be there in a few

Right after you tossed your phone to the passenger seat, you quickly started your engine and drove right to Jackson’s house. Your office to Jackson’s place wasn’t so long of a drive, because your office was near his place anyway. But it felt like a long drive because you were feeling frustrated. It’s either you’re tired of your relationship with Jackson or because of how your boss acted towards you and your other co-workers.

           The tire screeched as you parked your car beside Jackson’s. you shoved your phone into your bag before you slung it over your shoulder and turn your car engine off. You slammed your car door, locking it before you could walk up to the steps of Jackson’s front door. You pressed the doorbell once before there was no answer you knocked your knuckles on the door. The door swung open to reveal Jackson with his confused expression, only wearing a pair of sweatpants with no top on. His toned abs and bulging biceps were just what you need to see right now.

           “What?” He asked, a hit of annoyed was in his voice.

You met his brown eyes, and you felt every negative energy just washed over you. You shook your head as you pushed him into his house, kicking the door closed before crashing your lips onto his. He was taken aback and confused, but he gladly welcomed your lips. You wrapped your arms around his neck as you kicked your heels off and he pulled your body closer to him.

           “I want to be in your room.” You breathed, as you pulled your lips away from him.

           Jackson crooked his eyebrow, looking at you.

           “What’s gotten into you?” He asked in a teasing tone, but you just glared with your eyes.

           You slipped your hand into his sweatpants, feeling him hard against your hand as you rubbed it.

           “Don’t make me turn my heels and walk out that door.” You told him.

           “Not in this state.” He said, pulling your hand out of his pants before he could place his hands on your ass. He told you to jump in command and you did. You wrapped your legs around his waist. You reconnect your lips with Jackson as he walked himself up the stairs towards his bedroom.

           As he was standing in front of his room, you felt his hands shakes underneath you. He slowly placed you back to the ground, onto your feet before he opens the door and took your hand. He led you inside his room before he could set the lights and turned the fireplace on. He walked back to you, taking your hand pulling you to his bed. He sat on the bed as you draped your legs against his. His hands landed on your neck, feeling the need of his touch on you before he could trail down and took the blazer off of you. He threw it on the floor as you leaned down to connect your lips back to his. You placed your hand on his shoulder as your body slowly grind on him. One of his hand was planted on your ass as the other one was trying to unbutton the blouse you were wearing. He threw the blouse to the floor somewhere before he could wrap his arms around your waist. You felt his warm body pressing against yours as he pulled your body closer to him (even if that’s possible). He laid himself down as you hover on top of him. His hand squeezed your breast, and you fell onto his body as you moaned. He quickly unclasped your bra before throwing it and switched his position. He hovered on top of you before he leaned down. You felt his hot breath hitting your skin, as well as his tongue and lips, moving, leaving trails of wet kissed on your neck and chest.

           “Jackson…” You moaned his name, when his lips touched your nipple. Biting it, in a pleasuring way before squeezing it with both of his hands. You looked down to him as he looked up to you. You saw the darkness in his eyes but he continued to move down to kiss your entire body. To your surprise, he wasted, no time to pulling your pants and underwear down and throwing it, to the floor before he could slip his sweatpants down as well. He made you feel comfortable on his bed as he opened his nightstand drawer, pulling out a condom. He tore it open with his teeth before you took it from him.

           “Allow me.” You whispered, volunteering to put it on him.

           You felt his tip against your palms and he let out a rough moan as you play with him, teasing, putting it on. You felt his tip hitting your core before you could feel it, slip inside of you. You let out a sound as he slowly pushed himself deeper inside of you. You felt him, pulling out not entirely before he aggressively pushed himself back deeply. Jackson’s hips moved started slow at first, and every time he thrust against you, you let out a heavy sigh. Wrapping your arms around his neck, he thrust you even harder as his left wet kisses along your chest and stomach.

           “Open your eyes, look at me.” Jackson whispered as his eye level was on yours.

           You opened your eyes to meet his dark, brown ones. The fire behind him just made him look even more intimidating than ever. You could see the sweat on his temple and shoulder. His lips plumped, with a little smear of lipstick form your lips.

           “Does it feel good.” He asked, between his breath, resting his forehead on yours.

           It feels like your sound pitch was gone, and the only thing that can escape your mouth are moans and heavy breathing. You nodded your head in respond before you felt his hips moved faster.

Your hands gripped his forearm, gasping for air as he moved even more faster.    

           “Jackson… Jackson!” You moaned his name.

           He held his whole body wight with one arm as his other hand found your face. He stuck his thumb into our mouth, pulling your plump bottom lip low. His eyes focused and yours.

           “God, I fucking love you (Y/N).” He sighed, as he pushed himself deep inside of you by surprise, causing you to arch your back.

           You felt him slipping himself out before he you could feel the warm, liquid, spat on your stomach. He fell against the bed beside you as you wipe all his cum away from your stomach with your hand. You felt him tugging your arm before you scooted yourself closer to him. He wrapped his arms around you, giving you a quick kiss on the forehead as you watched his eyes flutter closed

           “That was amazing, did something happen at work?”

           “Don’t ruin the moment.” You snuggled your face to his neck and he let out a chuckle.

           “But I made you feel better right?” He asked with pride and his annoying smirk.

           “Like I said, don’t ruin it wang.” You told him again and you can feel the smile creep on his lips.

           There was a moment of silent between the two of you. You remembered what he told you before during your sex.

“God, I fucking love you (Y/N).”

You couldn’t help but to feel that little grip of hope, that maybe, he’s starting to feel something towards you.

           “Jackson…” You called for his name before he hummed in respond.

           “When is this going to end?” You asked him.

           He pulled his head away before he turned down to you.

           “What do you mean?” He asked and you rolled your eyes.

           “I mean this…I mean—don’t you want to have a wonderful relationship? And not just… sex?” You asked him.

           “Are you seeing someone?” You asked him and you quickly shook your head.

           “I’m not… I just, feel like, somehow this should end, and maybe start a relationship with someone.” You told him.

           “You mean us?” He crooked his eyebrow.

           “If you want to put it bluntly—yes.” You told him.

           “But, I’m comfortable on where we are—what’s the difference anyway (Y/N)? Why are you suddenly asking?” Jackson asked, suddenly getting his whole guards up.

           You closed your eyes as you let out a sigh and covered your face with your hands.

           It feels like you’re never going to get yourself anywhere with him. You wanted to cry, you wanted to grab your clothes off the floor and leave at this second. But you know you couldn’t.

           “I’m sorry…” You apologized, “It’s just a long day at work, I think I’m just overthinking about stuff.” You told him. Removing your hands, your eyes meeting with his.

           “I’m sorry.” Your hand reached for his biceps.

           “I’m liking where we are… I just don’t see the point in changing something for status and everything.” Jackson pointed out, and you felt what he just said stabbed your heart a million times.

           “Let’s just go to sleep, I don’t want to talk about this any further.” He said, turning himself around so that his back was facing you as he lay down. For an hour or so, he eventually fell asleep while you were still wide awake on your back. You looked at the time on the clock that was placed on the night stand at your side. It was 3 in the morning. You looked over to Jackson who hasn’t moved from his position. You slowly moved yourself to his side, to find how calm his face is while he was asleep.

Goodbye Jackson, you said to yourself before leaning down to plant a gentle kiss on his temple. You carefully rolled off from the bed picking your clothes before putting them on slowly. You opened the bedroom door as your face turned to Jackson for a few seconds before turning away and left his room.

-

It has been 2 weeks since you’ve bolted away from Jackson’s place in the middle of the night. And of course, Jackson has been blowing up your phone with texts and calls. You’ve read his text from notification and you didn’t even bother to call back. Since you knew he was going to be knocking at your door at any point, you booked yourself to stay at a hotel to avoid him (and of course for a little staycation for yourself). The first 3 days, Jackson has been texting and tried to call you nonstop. On day 4, started to give up, only to text your once or twice a day before calling you once. On day 5, you went back to your place and you started to scream and cry on your bed. And you mainly cry yourself to sleep until it was day 7. And the next week, you were trying to heal yourself, and Jackson only text you once on each cay, calling your name or asking you on where you at.

           On day 8, you just arrived home from work when you saw a familiar looking figure standing in the main lobby.

           “Jaebum?” You called, and the man turned his attention from his phone to you.

           “Hey, (Y/N)! I was just around the neighborhood, I thought I’d stopped by.” He smiled, shoving his phone into his pocket.

           “Oh, well that’s nice of you.” You smiled, as you noticed the plastic bag he was holding.

           “Oh, I also brought over some food, I thought that maybe we could have a meal together—I hope you haven’t eaten anything yet?” He asked nervously and you giggled as you shook your head.

           “No, I haven’t but you really didn’t have to you know.” You smiled, and Jaebum just smiled back at you.

           “I insist.” He said.

           You both went up to your apartment letting  Jaebum in as he walked to your kitchen dining table and you opened the curtains to reveal the scenery.

You and Jaebum are quiet close with each other. Other than Jackson, Jaebum was the one you usually talk to, because you both share the same interest.

           “So, what did you get?” You asked, taking your blazer off as you walked to the kitchen area, rolling up your sleeves. “Just usual stuff.” He said, taking the containers out from the bag. You took out some glasses and plates from cabinet, arranging the table, before you both could sit and enjoy the meal.

           Jaebum asked and how you were doing, and how was work since you both haven’t seen each other for a while. You told him about how you were doing fine and how you’re getting promoted at work, and how btween everything is just stressful. This feels like a casual catching up to you but you felt like there’s something more he wanted to know.

           “So how are you with Jackson? Are you both getting along just fine?” Jaebum asked, dropping the bomb on you.

           “He told you anything?” You asked him.

           “He told me that you’re ignoring him. You’re not replying to any of his texts, nor answering his calls.” He told you, and you placed your spoon on your plate.

           “I just couldn’t talk to him for now… I don’t want to see him.” You told him.

           “He’s been off for a couple of days, he’s been slacking, and it worries me.” Jaebum told you before he took a sip of his soda. You felt your heart as if it’s being squished, just as if on que, you heard your phone ring from the couch and you quickly got up to get it.

Jackson

You placed it back onto the couch before walking back to the dinning table.

           “Work?” Jaebum asked, and you nodded your head.

           “Yeah, but I’ll call them back later.” You lied, “He’s making work difficult isn’t he?” You asked Jaebum.

           Jaebum quickly shook hi head, not wanting you to make you feel guilty. “No, no, not at all! We just feel like we’re missing something out of Jackson’s energy.” He assured you.

           “I don’t need to know, what your problem is with him, but I just want you to talk to him whenever you’re ready.” He told you, “He’s fucked up most of the time, but I know things won’t get better if you’re not going to talk to him.” He said.

           You didn’t argue nor even say anything because you know that he’s right.

           “He needs you, you know? He can’t really say it, but he’s shows that he needs you.” Jaebum said with a smiled.

           You smiled back at Jaebum before you both could continue your meal and continue with the conversation.

“Thanks for stopping by, and thanks for bringing in some food for my stomach.” You smiled at him.

           “It was no problem at all, you’re a friend of mine as well, sometimes I get the feeling that you forget that we’re friends too.” He joked and you laughed.

           “I promise, we’ll hang out more often.” You told him. He waved his hand to you as he walked towards the elevator and you closed the door to your apartment. You walked towards the couch, dropping your shole wight before you let out a breath. You turned your head, grabbing your phone. You read all the text from Jackson from the week before and there was this long text that you didn’t even noticed.

Jackson

(Y/N), I know I screwed up. Just please, talk to me. I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have snapped that night, I realized that you’re all that I need, you’re the only one that I want in life, but I didn’t want anything to change because I was afraid that you will change. Please just talk to me. Text me, call me or anything, come over. I need you here.

The more you scrolled upward the more angry and worry he get. You didn’t blame him, you were gone 3 in the morning, of course he was worried. You got up from your couch to get change into an outfit that’s more comfortable other than pencil skirt and blouse. You wore a pair of sport tights and an oversized hoodie. You grabbed your phone and car keys before slipping on your slippers on and left your apartment.

           As you reached Jackson’s place, you could feel yourself coming home to twenty speeding tickets because of how fast you were driving. You felt your heart race as you got onto the front of Jackson’s house. You raised your to press the doorbell, but hesitant. You felt like throwing everything up what you just ate with Jaebum. You felt sick, and sudden dizziness. It’s making you too nervous. As you were about to press the doorbell, the door swung open, to reveal Jackson standing with a pair of t-shirt and sweatpants on. The second your eyes met him, your felt your heart stopped. You felt your eyes burning, tears welling up in your eyes, your lips trembling.

           “Jackson I—” Before you could even get your words out, he pulled you into the house shutting the door before he could turn around to face you.

           He didn’t say anything and so were you. As tears begin to stream down your face, he got close to you, pulling you into his arms before you started crying on his shoulder.

           “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have left in the middle of night like that, I’m sorry I made you worry, I—”

           “(Y/N)… no, don’t—it’s okay, I understand why you wanted to leave too. And I’m sorry I snapped at you like that, I shouldn’t have said that.” He told you, as your wrapped your arms around him neck.

           You both stood there, in front of the door, with only the light above you shining down. Jackson tried to calm you down my moving his hand against your back, making you feel secure and assuring you that everything is going to be okay since you’re here with him.

           “It was selfish of me to leave you like that.” You told him. You pulled your face away from his shoulder, revealing to him your puffy eyes and red face. He gave you a small smile as he placed his hand on the side of your face.

           “You know you look cute when you’re crying right?” He asked, and you just shook your head, a little smile turned on your lips.

           He wiped the tears gently with his thumb, before you noticed his eyes. Gleaming.

           “I’m sorry, I was wrong saying that to you. I was being so, utterly denial to myself, I didn’t realize what I said was hurting you.”

           “I didn’t mean to blurt it out like that, I didn’t—”

           “So, you’re telling me, you’re lying that you wanted a relationship with me?” Jackson cuts you in, and you pressed your lips together.

           “I know I fucked up by saying that we’re never ever going to work. Maybe because I was just scared something will change between us. I don’t ever want to lose you because you’re all that I need.” He told you, “The actual reason why I never want settle down with anyone was because you’re the only one I want to settle with. And when you left, and you gave me the deadliest silent, I was thinking about how you’re going to be with another man other than me, and I can’t bare myself to imagine it—I can’t even picture it!” He confessed.

           “I’m sorry that I realized it too soon to late.” He apologized again, this time dropping his face, looking down to the floor.

           You could feel your heart melt by his words, you could feel the tears building up again as you lift his face from the floor to show his face to you.

           “Jackson, nothing is too late.” You told him.

           “Are you saying I’m getting a chance to make things right?”

           “I’m saying, that you’re getting the chance if you want to take it. And, if you’re sure about it..” You told him.

           “I want to take it… and I’m sure about it.” He quickly responded to you. “I’ll make sure you won’t regret it. I’ll make sure to give you everything that you ever deserve. I’ll make sure all of it!” He told you.

           You giggled through the tears as a smile turned up on his lips. He leaned down pressing his lips against yours, feeling how gentle his lips are, and reminded you just how much you missed his lips locked on yours. He pulled his lips away from you before he could pull you into a tight hug.

           “I love you so much, (Y/N), and I’ll make sure you believe in that too.”

[dollystuartwrites]

Not Holding Back - Chapter 13

Pairing: Boss!JacksonWang x f!PersonalAssistant!reader

Genre: fluff, smut, obsessive behavior, Jackson-is-a-fashion-designerAU

Wordcount: 1350

Chapters: [1] - [2] - [3] - [4] - [5] - [6] - [7] - [8] - [9] - [10] - [11] - [12] - [13] - [?]  MASTERLIST

Summary: When Y/N starts working as a personal assistant for the director of TEAM WANG DESIGN: Jackson Wang himself, she finds it hard to hide her secret. After all, she used to be a massive stan of her boss! But she's not the only one holding back...

Warnings: Swearing, some angst, degradation, sir kink, namecalling,  masturbation, obsessive!Jackson, dirty talk, corruption kink?, praising, sexual fantasies, fingering, posessive!Jackson, grinding/humping by both parties, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, use of sex toys, lots of teasing, orgasm denial, breeding/impreg kink?, WILL ADD MORE AS STORY ADVANCES, PLEASE LMK IF I MISSED ANY

The vibrating did not stop when he left, although you had hoped it would.

Ten minutes later you entered the conference room. Jackson was already there. His eyes instantly shot to yours and one of the corners of his mouth pulled upwards.

You sat down at the table next to him, not daring to look at him.

As soon as the meeting started something happened again. The toy inside of you upped its vibration level again, but this time it started vibrating in an off-beat rhythm.

Shocked you looked up at Jackson, but he didn't move a muscle.

Cursing him in your mind you quickly tried to look away, trying hard not to focus on the stimulation inside of you.

Although the meeting was hell and you missed half of what was said, you thought you were doing pretty well. When the meeting ended, the vibration lowered again, but the off-beat rhythm continued.

You endured the following hours, not getting too much work done and not leaving your desk as much as you possibly could.

But the second meeting was worse. Once again, you sat down next to Jackson, and once again, when the meeting started, the toy started vibrating, but this time much harder than before. Silently you clenched your jaws together and endured, trying not to fidget and keeping your face as neutral as you possibly could.

It was just bearable and when the meeting ended and everyone got up and left, you dared to let out a sigh. Jackson lingered slightly and you could feel the vibrations lessen again. It wasn't as low as before, but at least it was a little less.

Pretending like he was organizing his files on the desk, Jackson bent over to you.

'Doing so well for me so far,' he whispered in your ear before he left.

You could feel your wet panties sticking to your core, and prayed that you wouldn't leak through to the fabric of your clothes.

The rest of the day you simply pretended to work. Whenever you needed to look busy, you simply typed random words into a document on your computer. The stimulation was driving you to the edge of sanity and you weren't sure how much longer you could endure.

At last, the final meeting of the day was called. There wouldn't be as many people, and some employees were already packing their stuff to go home for the weekend.

Feeling tired, and knees that felt weak, you made your way to the smallest meeting room in the office.

Once more you took your place next to Jackson while the others sat down too and took out their stuff.

'Y/n,' Jackson suddenly spoke. You looked up at him in surprise. 'can you take the minutes for me?' he asked calmly.

Afraid of what would happen if you'd say no, you nodded and took out your laptop, opening a new document.

Jackson started speaking and you started typing.

Then all hell broke loose.

The vibrator seemed to go completely berserk. It started vibrating so hard and wildly in an on-and-off pattern that you almost couldn't believe it wasn't audible. What made it even worse what that its attack on your already tense walls seemed to be precisely in your soft spot…

Your hands started shaking and you stopped typing for a moment. You had to tense up every muscle in your body not to cry out in ecstasy.

The lacking sound of your typing made Jackson look up at you.

There was no trace of remorse in his eyes, no knowing look. He simply raised his eyebrows at you as if he had no idea what was going on inside of you.

Fuming, you put your shaking hands back on your keyboard and started to smash in random buttons without a thought.

This seemed to be good enough for Jackson, as he turned his face away from you again and continued speaking.

You had no idea what they were talking about, as you kept mashing buttons and clenched your jaw together so you wouldn't slip out a moan.

After what seemed an eternity, the lights suddenly dimmed slightly and the TV at the other end of the meeting room started playing. All heads turned that way.

You knew you could stop typing for the moment and the darkness gave you the opportunity to relax your face for a second.

A large hand squeezed your thigh and you turned your head. Jackson had slipped his hand under the table, the arm that he had dropped was invisible to outsiders, with the laptop in front of him blocking their view.

His hand slid upwards slightly and dipped into your pants. You quickly looked away from him and put your tongue between your teeth so as not to yelp. Through the lace fabric of your panties, he found your hard clit. With the toy inside you still on berserk setting, he started to rub slow circles over your clit.

You wanted to scream. Wanted to cry. Wanted to run away from here.

The video stopped but Jackson didn't.

The lights turned on again and the conversation resumed. Meanwhile, Jackson increased the pressure on your clit while maintaining the slow circling pace.

Your hands now truly shaking, you started mashing the keyboard again, trying to breathe through your nose as best as you could.

Now and then Jackson spoke, with his voice calm and collected, as if he wasn't on the verge of making you cum.

You could feel the knot building in your stomach. Sweat was starting to form on the back of your neck and your legs were tensing up for dear life.

You wouldn't be able to hold out much longer.

Just when you started to think you might come undone at any second now, you heard the sounds of scraping chairs. People were leaving.

You quickly stopped pretending to type.

Jackson leaned over to you, pretending he was checking your computer screen and still not stopping his finger from circling your tormented clit.

When the last person closed the door behind them and the voices and footsteps faded away, you gasped.

'I'm impressed,' Jackson said lowly. 'I didn't think you were able to hold out for so long,'

'J-Jack-Jackson,' you whimpered tears of anger and exasperation forming in your eyes.

'Relax baby, you can cum for me now. Everyone is gone. Cum,' he commanded.

It hadn't been necessary for him to tell you as you couldn't hold back any longer. You gasped and started to shake. Jackson quickly put his free hand over your mouth, covering the sounds of your moans and cries as he finally made you come undone.

The orgasm seemed to last forever, partially because the vibrator didn't stop and Jackson kept rubbing you slowly. You started to feel overstimulated and your whole body started spasming. You tried to get away from his hand, but he used his arm to keep you down.

'Just a little more,' he teased. The overstimulation was driving you insane. You whimpered, whined, and squirmed but Jackson didn't seem satisfied just yet and continued his attack on your clit.

Then after half a minute of you trying to stifle your moans, out of nowhere a second orgasm overtook your body, even far more intense than the first one. Your muscles cramped up so bad it almost hurt, your eyes rolling back into your head with the blissful feeling.

'Good girl, good girl,' Jackson cooed while he made you ride out your second high. 'Very good, I knew you could do it. I knew you could cum for me again. So good. So obedient,'

When you started to return to earth again he finally let go of you, withdrawing his hand from your pants. The vibrator inside of you finally turned off.

You slumped into your chair, your body feeling like it had just run the marathon.

Jackson had gotten up from his chair and stroked your head while kissing your cheek.

'I'm so proud of you baby,' he whispered. You couldn't speak. Your mind was far too fucked out still to think.

'I think you deserve your reward now,' he said with a low voice.

[just-some-random-blogger]

Car Rides

[Blurb I]

GOT7 Jackson Wang x Reader Summary: Jackson brings you to school. Word Count: <300 Warnings: Mundane, fluff, crack-ish, no plot tbh, etc.

A/N: This isn’t a series, the header is just for me because I write stories on my notebook and give them titles like that. It’s just there so i can keep track.OKAY BB THANKS

He puckered his lips out, both because he was being petty and because he wanted a kiss. “Ahh! Babyyy! Just one kiss,” he whined.

“Jackson, I swear to-- I’M LATE!” you say trying to wrangle out of his tight grip as he continued whining. The denim jacket on your arms was only enabling him to keep you put on the passenger seat beside him. And if it weren’t for the seat belt in front of him, Jackson would’ve jumped in front of you.

“One last kiss,” Jacskon hummed, lower lip protruded. You scoff out a chuckle and roll your eyes, “K. 1 kiss.”

He smiled widely, squinting his eyes as you lean over and smack your lips against his. You place your hands on his cheeks and are surrounded by the scent of him as you share the quick but intimate connection.

“I love you, loser,” you say, pulling on the hood of his jacket, putting it over ruffled hair. You chuckled as you removed the seat belt around you.

You ran out of his black Benz, proceeding to walk backwards as you waved Jackson and his pretty face goodbye. He did the exact same thing, however with a lot more conviction, his hand moving back and forth rapidly.

You nearly trip as you continue walking back.

“YA!” Jackson sprang out of the driver’s seat window, proceeding to sit there, arms rested on the roof. “Watch where you’re going!”

You stick your tongue out, “Sure, dad.”

Jackson gasps loudly, exaggeratedly, “kinky.” He waves again, “See you later, sweetheart.” He screams at the top of his lungs, shaping arms over his head like a heat, “I LOVE YOU TOO.”

[phoenix-oasis]

I always loved you

Hello, lovelies, this is Admin Oasis.  This was a request for a best friend to lovers series of stories for Got7. I am not sure if this was more of a reaction request, but I decided to make them a series of stories, like I did for BTS.  The only difference is this might be just one part instead of three.  I hope that you like this, as much as you liked the BTS ones. If you do want a part two, let me know so that I can start planning it.

Genre: BFF to lovers! Smut, Fluff, unprotected sex, slight angst.

Pairing: Mark Tuan x reader

Summary: You and Mark are best friends, and when he suddenly confesses to you, you don’t know what to do.  When he goes home, he questions how you feel about him too.

Warning: smut, unprotected sex, fluff, slight angst

Word Count: 6022

Masterlist

 Mark watched you as he was waiting for his time to audition in New York.  He had known you for years, since he and his family lived in Paraguay.  Your father had worked with his, and the two of you had been friends since before the two of you could talk.  You had become best friends, and you had cried when it was time for Mark to come back to LA.  

You had moved to LA, right across the street from him, when you were five.  The two of you were in the same kindergarten class, which was great. Mark didn’t make friends fast, and so to have you in his class offered him a sense of security.  Your circle of friends grew fast, and as the years went by and elementary made way to middle school, Mark realized that your friendship was essential to his mental state.  There was a couple of weeks in seventh grade where you and he were fighting, and not on speaking terms.  That week had been the most miserable, and stressful of his life.  

By the time high school came around, Mark knew for a fact that he had a huge crush on you.  You, however, were interested in one of his friends; a jerk who Mark knew would not be good for you.  Mark wasn’t sure how to handle the anger that had surged in him when you told him that you thought his friend was cute.  When his friend showed interest in you too, Mark was beside himself. This was the first time that he’d felt jealous, and he had realized that he was going to be a very jealous boyfriend eventually.  He had been there, though, to help you when his friend broke your heart.  That was the last time that Mark had spoken to him.

Mark knew that he wanted you to be more than just a friend, but he wasn’t sure how you felt about him. You had never made the move to be more than friends, not that he expected you to.  He had never made a move either.  You also seemed to be extremely content with being friends, albeit best friends, and Mark wasn’t sure he wanted to mess that up.  If he couldn’t have you as a significant other, then he wanted to have you as a friend.  

It didn’t help his feelings any that you and he were very close.  You two were so close that sometimes you fell asleep with your head on his shoulder.  Sometimes, he would fall asleep with his head on your lap while watching television. Sometimes, he would jump and hide behind your back when you watched horror movies.  You two were at each other’s houses all the time, every day. You called his parents mom and dad, and he called yours mom and dad.  Matter of fact, everyone who knew you two were taking bets to see when you two would end up together.

If you were content with just being friends, however, then Mark was too, or he would make himself content. At school, he’d been approached by a man who was claiming to be a rep of JYPE a kpop entertainment company, and they wanted to know if he wanted to be a kpop idol.  He wondered if this was something that he could do.  He turned to look at the table where his friends, and you were sitting.  Would you miss him?

His audition had gone well, and now he was sitting in the airport, in LAX, waiting for his flight to board.  You had come along because you and Mark were joined at the hip, and he wanted to have you there for his farewell.  He stood looking at the plane through the window, and he sighed.  He was going to a place where he didn’t know anything; most importantly he didn’t know a way to communicate with anybody.  Was he making the right choice?

“You seem pensive,” your voice found him, and he smiled, turning to look at you.  “What’s going on in that head of yours?”

“I don’t know Korean,” he said, shaking his head.  “I don’t know anything about the culture.  What if I’m making a mistake?”

“You come back,” you said, smiling at him.  “If it’s not everything you want, if you can’t do it, if it’s too difficult, and I mean after giving good effort, then you come back.”

“Is it really that simple?” he asked, laughing.  “I just hop on a plane back home?”

You looked up at him and nodded.  “I’ll be waiting here for you to come back,” you said, giving him a different kind of smile. “Whatever you need, just call me. You know I’ll always be here for you.”

He almost said it then. The look in your eyes, the way that you told him that you would wait for him, that you would be there for him, it made him feel a certain kind of way.  He almost told you that he loved you.  He didn’t though.  The plane started boarding, and he hugged you, told you he��d miss you, and then he boarded the plane.  He didn’t see you break down sobbing after he boarded.  Joey and Tammy were quick to rush to you.  You moved down to sit on the floor, your knees up, your face on your knees and you sobbed.  Everyone pulled their arms around you, missing your best friend already.  However, you were happy for him, and you hoped that he would be happy in Korea.

 For close to ten years Mark lived in Seoul.  He debuted with Got7, and they gained notoriety.  Every year or so, Mark came home, and he hung out with all his friends, including you. For almost ten years, he held back the fact that he loved you, because of his image, and because of JYPE.  Every time he came home though, he brought you something from Korea.  Every time that he was home it was like nothing had ever changed, like he wasn’t spending his time in Korea missing you.

You noticed, though, the decline in promotions for GOT7, the upset looks on his face when he did come home. You were worried.  So just before the comeback for Breath of Love, you went to visit him in Korea.  It was a surprise to him, the only ones knowing about this were Joey and BamBam. They were the ones that took you to the airport and picked you up.  When you got to Mark’s house, he thought he was letting BamBam into the house.  

He smiled, surprise on his face the second that he opened the door.  He pulled you into his arms, and he twirled you around.  When he put you down, he sighed in contentment.  

“What the hell are you doing here?” he asked, letting you and BamBam into the house.  “It’s so awesome to have you here!”

“I wanted to be here to cheer for the GOT7 comeback,” you said, moving down to pet Milo.

After the excitement of having you there, and the gratitude that Mark showed BamBam for getting you to him safely, he left, giving them some privacy.  Mark sat on his couch, and you lied on the sofa, head on his lap, and Mark just loved the sight of your hair falling over his lap.  His fingers ran through your hair, and he started to hum the main title for Breath of Love.  You smiled, turned to look up at him, and nodded.

“I like it,” you said, before you sighed.

“Are you tired?  Are you jet lagged?”

“I think so,” you answered, nodding.  “I just want to sleep right here.”

“You can’t,” he said laughing.  “My neck would hurt from sleeping on the couch.”

You slept in his room that night, cuddled into his side, because it was a lot colder in Seoul than it was in LA.  Mark woke up the next morning to your head on his shoulder, and he wanted to kiss your forehead so badly.  Milo beat him to it, though, and Mark laughed as you sputtered.  

With a groan, Mark helped you out of bed, and begged you to get dressed.  It was time for him to go to JYPE, and he was going to take you with him. There was no way that he was going to spend any of this limited time away from you.  JYP and Jimmy were not thrilled that he brought you, but Mark was over the restrictions this company was putting on him.  

Mark smiled as he walked into the conference hall.  The other six members smiled back at him, while Youngjae and Jackson gave him looks of surprise.  He just grinned at them, while Jimmy and JYP glared at him for daring to bring an outsider in. Mark ignored them and turned to the guys.  

“This is my best friend, Y/N,” Mark introduced.  “These are my other best friends.  That’s our leader, JB, and these guys are Jackson, Yugyeom, BamBam you know, Jinyoung, Youngjae. They are my bandmates.”

“Nice to meet you,” you said, smiling at the six other men.

“I’m Jimmy, and this is a closed conference,” he said.

Mark held up a hand as you moved behind Mark.  “She’s not leaving.  She will sit quietly next to me while we have the meeting, but she is staying, or I’m leaving.  I would rather spend my time with her, than with you anyway.”

JYP put a hand on Jimmy’s arm, and he nodded.  Mark sat down, you sat next to him, and he handed you his phone.  You turned on a game and it kept you sufficiently distracted for a while.  The meeting was long, and quite suddenly, in the middle of your game, you caught the middle of an argument.  

“If we aren’t promoting the album until the day of the video drop then how are our fans going to know about our comeback?” JB said, looking at JYP.  “How are we supposed to make sales?”

“None of you have said you’re going to re-sign,” Jimmy said, and JB rolled his eyes.

“Wait,” you said, furrowing your brow.  Everyone turned to look from the two men at the head of the table to you.  “You’re not going to promote the album?  You’re not going to let the fans know the drop date, BECAUSE they haven’t agreed to re-sign?”

“This is none of your business,” JYP said.  “You’re supposed to sit there quietly.”

“That’s until you decide to hurt my best friend,” you said, looking at JYP.  “What the hell is your problem?  You think people haven’t noticed that you haven’t been working with the guys?  We noticed, and we’re incredibly pissed off about it.  And if you think for one minute that if these men decide to leave you, aghase is going to stay you’re a moron.”

“Shut up,” Jimmy said.

“Hey,” Mark said, standing up.  “Don’t worry, I’ll do the job that you refuse to do,” Mark said, taking your hand.  He led you out of the room before he turned to look at you.  “You are amazing, you know,” he said, and you blushed.  Mark liked it when you blushed.

“I’m hungry,” you said, pouting.

He laughed, nodding his head.  “Let’s go eat.”

For a few weeks, until the comeback, you helped him promote the album on his social media.  After online showcase for the comeback, he and the boys went to their homes, and you fed him. Mark sighed contentedly.  He liked having you around when he came home from a tired workday.  He sat on the sofa, and you brought him some food.  He put on a drama, ate, and after the dishes were clean, you cuddled into his side.  He sighed, kissed your forehead, and then he looked down at you.

“I love you,” he said, closing his eyes.  “I am so in love with you, and to be honest, I’m not sure how I’m going to get on when you go back to LA.”

You moved back slightly, looking up at him.  He took in a deep breath, opened his eyes slowly, and then looked down at you. Your brow was furrowed, and you were looking at him curiously.  You tilted your head and swallowed hard.

“What did you say?”

“What did I say?” Mark asked, his tired eyes clearly not focused on what he had just said.

“We should go to bed, Mark,” you said, getting up from the sofa.  He nodded, following you to the bedroom.”

Early in the morning, before Mark could even wake up, you grabbed your things and you hurried down to the cab that was waiting for you outside.  The truth was that Mark’s confession scared the hell out of you.  In all the years that you had known Mark, he had never let you believe that he was in love with you.  You had been crushing on him since you’d gone through to middle school, but he had seemed so content with just being friends that you had let that go.  

The problem was that you weren’t sure what was on his mind.  Did he just like you because he’d liked having you around?  Did he just miss you?  Did you take his confession at face value, or not?  He didn’t even know what he’d said two seconds later.  You didn’t want to ruin your friendship, but you knew that you wouldn’t be able to see him in the morning, and not remember his words.

You rushed into the cab, and you were on your way to the airport.  You boarded the plane, and the plane took off, all before Mark woke up. You bit your lip, wondering if you’d just ruined your whole friendship.

Mark woke up, reached for you, and realized that your side of the bed was made.  He furrowed his brow, went to the closet where your suitcase was, and saw that your suitcase wasn’t there.  Did you leave already?  He pulled out his phone to call you, but the call went straight through to voice mail.  

Mark furrowed his brow and thought about last night.  What happened?  And then he remembered.  He’d been tired, really tired, and half asleep, and he’d told you he loved you. Not just that he loved you, he told you that he was in love with you.

“Oh, no,” Mark said, sitting on the sofa.  “Fucking great.  Son of a bitch!”  He was so sure that he’d just messed up the oldest friend that he had.  Truth was he wasn’t sure how he was going to go back home to LA and not hang out with you.  What if you didn’t want to see him anymore.  “Son of a bitch!” he shouted.

 January 2021, Got7 decided not to renew their contracts with JYPE, and that meant decisions had to be made. The boys had to decide who they wanted to sign with, if they wanted to sign with anybody to begin with, and what they wanted to do for the rest of their lives.  One thing was for sure, they were not going to disband.  They would remain together and come together whenever possible to release music together as a group.

After they recorded the video for Encore, and the song as well, Jackson put an arm around Mark’s shoulder.  “What are you going to do?  Are you going to stay here?”

“No, I’m going back home,” Mark said, making the other members turn to look at him.  “I’m going back to LA.”

“Oh, to your ‘Best Friend,’” BamBam said, making quotey fingers.  

Mark closed his eyes, shaking his head.  “I fucked that up.  I don’t even know if she’s my friend anymore, and that kills me.”

Mark moved down to his knees, his head in his hands, and he groaned.  Jackson looked over at Jinyoung, and they exchanged concerned looks. They moved down, putting an arm around him.  JB kneeled in front of him and put a hand on his shoulder.

“What do you mean you fucked that up?” he asked.

“I…after the premiere of Last Piece, I was so tired.”  He licked his lips and looked up at the rest of them.  “I told her.”

“Told her what?” Jackson asked.

“I told her that I love her,” he said.  He groaned, putting his face in his hands.  “I told her that I was in love with her, and the next morning she just up and left.  I fucked up. I really, really, really messed this up. She doesn’t feel the same.”  He shook his head, feeling miserable.  “I just ruined 20 plus years of friendship, because I was stupid enough to confess to her that I love her.”

“That’s not a bad thing,” Jinyoung said.  “You love her, that’s amazing.”

“Judging from the way she was with you,” Jackson started.

“I’m sure she feels the same way,” BamBam finished.  

“Then why’d she leave?” Mark asked, looking up at his friends.  “Why did she leave without one word, not even a goodbye.”

“Maybe because you haven’t ever told her, or even hinted that you like her, right?” Youngjae said, giving him a look.  “This had to have been shocking and surprising news to her.”  He shrugged.  “Maybe she didn’t want to act too fast, say the wrong thing, and she thought she might.”

“Yeah,” Jinyoung said, nodding.  “Maybe she was afraid that she didn’t want to say the wrong thing and risk your friendship.”

“When you go home,” Yugyeom said, moving down to his level, “you find her, and talk to her.  Explain to her everything.  Tell her that you’ve loved her for a long time, but you just now were able to express yourself.”

Mark nodded, looking at him. He really hoped it was going to be this easy, because if you were not going to be in his life, he wasn’t sure how he was going to stay sane.  Everything that had happened to him, and to the guys, you were a constant in his life, no matter how far away from you he was.  He hoped it would not change, or not change for the worse.  He wouldn’t mind a change in the lovers direction.

His father and mother picked Mark up at the airport, and the reunion was sweet.  He went home, put his bags in his pool house, where he was going to do his quarantine for two weeks.  He was happy to be home, if he was honest.  He was with his family, and soon he’d be able to see his nieces, and he’d be able to play with them.

The first day free from his quarantine, he went to the main house.  Joey and Abbey were there, talking, and you were sitting there, laughing and chatting with them.  Your legs were tucked under you, your arms crossed over the arm rest, watching the two, and laughing.  You looked stunning, and Mark wanted to just take you in his arms.

You laughed, and you looked over at him.  You gasped, your eyes widening a bit, and you blushed.  Mark stared right at you.  Joey was the first to react.  He walked up to Mark and hugged him.  As your eyes broke contact, Mark hugged Joey and looked over at you.

“Go to her,” Joey said. “Take her aside and talk to her.”

“What?” Mark said, looking down at Joey.

“BamBam and Yugyeom called and told me what happened.  I thought it was weird that she was acting strange when she came home.  She didn’t want to talk about it.  It’s taken her a little bit, but she’s talked to Tammy and to Grace, and to Abbey.  She feels the same way, she just isn’t sure about you.”  He smiled and nodded.  “Go talk to her.”

Joey walked over to the couch, took Abbey’s hand, and then walked out of the living room.  Mark walked over to you, sitting down across from you.  You bit your lip, looking down, then around, at anything but at him.  Mark sighed, before he put his hand on your shoulder. You actually stopped breathing for a second.

“Why did you leave?” he asked, his voice so soft it was almost impossible to hear.  “Why did you leave so suddenly without even saying good bye to me?”

“I should go,” you whispered, standing up.  

Mark reached out, grabbing your hand.  You froze, looking at the door.  Mark turned you around to face him.  You were looking down, and Mark sighed.  

“Why did you leave?” he repeated, only louder.

“I knew you’d find each other, eventually,” Raymond said, coming out of his room.  “Mark, I’m planning your welcome home party today.  Y/N, you’re staying right?”

“Anything you need help with?” you asked, pulling your handout of Mark’s grasp.  “I’ll help set up if you want.”

“Great,” Raymond said, grinning.  “Tammy will be here soon with her husband and the kids, and Grace is coming too with her wife.”  Raymond put a hand on her shoulders.  “All of the family will be there, you included.”

“Of course,” you answered, nodding and smiling.  “Put me to work, dad.”

Mark smiled.  If you were at the party, then he could talk to you later.  The party, small get together really, was a success.  Everyone ate, and laughed, and talked, and it was almost like everything was back to normal with you.  You were touching his arm, and laughing with him.  At one point you even held his hand.

Towards the end of the party, you walked into the house.  You had to go to the bathroom.  Joey came up to Mark, and pushed him.  He mouthed the words go, and pushed him towards the back door.  Mark nodded, and he walked into the house.  He leaned against the wall, next to the bathroom door.  He would wait for you to come out, and he’d talk to you then.

The door opened, and you walked out.  “Hey,” Mark said, making you jump and yelp.  Mark laughed. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you.”

“Somehow I think you’re lying,” you said, crossing your arms.  

“Rude,” he said, a smile on his face.  “So, why did you leave?”

Your defenses went back up instantly, but Mark didn’t waste any time.  He took your arm, not letting you turn away from him.  His hand came out to cup the back of your neck, and he sighed.  He noticed how your breath hitched, and how your breathing moved faster.  He was sure that if he were to feel for your heart beat it would be fast.  

“God, I hope I’m right,” he whispered.

Then he was leaning down, pulling you by the neck, and capturing your lips with his.  His free arm came around your waist, his head tilting to the side to better fit his lips to yours.  You gasped, and that was all the invitation he needed.  His tongue dived into your mouth, exploring, as he pushed you against the wall, his body trapping yours in place.

Your hands moved up his chest, and he was afraid for just a second that you would push him away. Your hands moved up around his neck though, and you started kissing him back.  Mark’s heart skipped several beats, leaving him slightly breathless.  He put both of his arms moved around your waist, and he picked you up, making you wrap your legs around his waist.

Neither of you noticed Raymond walk into the house, only to turn around and walk back out.  He ushered everyone around the backyard, through the side gate, and into the house via the front door.  A second later, Mark walked out of the house and started walking to the pool house, you in his arms, lips still attached to yours.  He made his way into the house, kicked the door shut, and walked right through to his room.  He kicked that door closed, then lied you down on the bed, still kissing you senseless.

His hands found the hem of your blouse, caressing up your sides, your blouse gliding up too.  Mark pulled it over your head.  You blushed, while Mark looked down at you, studying every curve of your body.  The look in his eyes, the love and possession in his eyes left you a little breathless. He caressed back down your sides, loving the feel of your soft skin against his fingers.  Goosebumps appeared on your skin, and he moved down to kiss your neck.

You moaned softly, and Mark sighed against your skin, the sound washing over his whole body.  He felt the touch of your fingers moving under the T-shirt on his body, also bringing it up over his head.  Then your hands moved down his chest, over his stomach, and he moaned softly.  This is what he’d been waiting for, for years.

He kissed your shoulder, lowering your bra straps.  His fingers caressed down your arms as he kissed your collar bone.  His lips moved over your breasts, as his fingers lowered the cup of your bra.  Your eyes closed, pleasure pooling in your center as Mark’s lips caressed the tops of your breasts softly.  Slowly his hands moved around your torso, unclasping your bra.  Slowly your bra came off, and Mark stared at you, worshiping every plane of your body.

“You are so beautiful,” he whispered.

You blushed, as he moved down to kiss down your chest, the valley between your breasts.  Mark’s hands cupped your breasts, thumbs flicking your nipples, and you moaned softly.  Mark moved to take your right breast in his mouth, suckling on your nipple. You moaned louder, closing your eyes, as your hands moved to tangle in his hair.

He kept kissing down your torso, over your stomach, stopping at the button of your jeans.  His eyes moved up to look at you, as his fingers undid the button of your jeans.  He unbuttoned your jeans and he pulled them off gently, leaving you in your panties.

Blushing furiously, you sat up, looking at Mark.  Hesitantly you reached for his jeans button.  He nodded at you, urging you to remove them.  So, you undid the button, pulled down the zipper slowly.  You looked up at him, as you pulled his pants down. Eyes locked together, you lowered his boxers, causing him to breathe a sigh of relief as the cold air hit his heated skin.  You took his rock-hard member into your hand, stroking from base to tip, smearing the precum over his cock.  Mark groaned, closing his eyes, putting his hand on yours.  He was way too excited to have you jerking him off.  He wanted to feel you around him, before he climaxed.  He moved down, kissing you hard on the lips. As he pulled your panties off of you, he lied you back on the bed.  

His hand caressed up your leg, bending your knee and hooking your leg around his waist.  He looked down, aligning his member to your entrance, then he looked up at you.  His hand came out to caress your face softly, and he lowered his forehead to you.

“Do I need to prepare you?” He closed his eyes, shaking his head slightly.  “To be honest, I’m not sure how much longer I’m going to be able to keep myself in check.”

“I’m fine,” you said, nodding your head.  “Trust me, I’m ready.”

He smiled sideways. “Are you?” he asked, and you blushed. “Have I mentioned that I love it when you blush?”

He pushed himself into your entrance, stretching you.  You gasped, your hands gripping his arms, your back coming off the bed.  Your eyes closed as Mark pushed further into you, the friction of his member against your walls shooting pleasure through your core.

“Ooooh,” you voiced, flexing your hips.

This caused your passage to tighten around Mark, and his arms trembled as he tried to hold himself up off of you.  He closed his eyes, moaning loudly, burying his face in your neck.  Then he was inside you, hips to hips, pelvis to pelvis, and you felt so full, so fucking spectacular.  Mark stayed still, trying to give you some time to adjust.  

“You feel so fucking good,” he whispered into your ear.  “God, you feel so fucking good.”

Mark puled out slightly, and pushed himself back in, and you moaned.  “Mark,” you moaned, as he moaned back in return.  He had dreamt of you calling out his name in passion, and reality was much better than fantasy.  “Mark, oh God.”

His hips flexed, pushing deeper into you, hitting your sweet spot.  You whimpered, moaning louder, making Mark kiss you to shut you up.  He had just remembered that his family were supposed to be outside the pool house, in the back yard.  He didn’t want them hearing this.  He pulled out, almost completely, and moved back into you, picking up speed as he kissed you.  Over and over, he thrust into you, hitting your sweet spot.  You squealed into his kiss, his hands pushing you into the bed by your hips, as he thrust into you over and over.

Your sensitive walls trembled around him, and Mark knew that you were close.  Good, cause so was he.  He moved up off of you, putting his hands on your knees, hiking them higher around his waist.  His hips thrust harder and faster into you, hitting that spot in you over and over, and you put your hands over your mouth, as your walls clenched around him.  Your squeals grew louder, muffled, but louder. Then you moved your hands off your mouth.

“I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum,” you said, gasping as a knot tightened in your gut.  “Oh, God, Mark please.”

“Yes, cum for me baby,” he said, thrusting one final time into you.

You slapped your hands on your mouth again, groaning loudly, squealing louder, as your climax hit you. Your walls clenched around him, as Mark pushed into you.  He savored the feeling of you cumming around him, milking him, squeezing him.  He groaned, flexing his hips into yours, helping you ride out your climax.  As your body twitched, convulsing under him, he pulled out, feeling a tightening in his balls, and ejaculated onto your stomach.  He landed on the bed, on his back, catching his breath.  

You lied on your back, staring up at the ceiling, as the realization of what you had just done dawned on you.  Mark got off the bed, and walked to the bathroom, after putting on his boxers, and you sat up, feeling really horrified.  What the hell had you just done?

You put your panties and your bra on, more in a state of shock and autopilot.  You put your pants on, and had your blouse in your hand while you made your way to the door of Mark’s bedroom.  How could you have been so stupid?  You didn’t know how Mark was feeling for you, and you just let your hormones take over and had sex, with your best friend.  If things weren’t awkward enough before, they were going to be worse now.

“Where are you going?” Mark’s voice asked, stopping you dead in your tracks.  “Turn around.”  You shook your head.  There was no way you were turning around.  Mark sighed. “I need to clean you off, unless you cleaned the cum off your stomach.”

You swallowed hard, and looked down.  Sure enough, you had thick strands of cum on your stomach.  Some was dripping down your jeans, and most had come off on the bed, but there was still some on your stomach.  You turned around slowly, and Mark walked up to you with a warm, damp cloth. He wiped your stomach off, before he took a step back.  

“Why are you leaving?” he asked, sounding angry.  “Why are you always leaving?”  You swallowed hard, biting your lip, not sure how to answer him.  “Don’t you love me back?”  You looked up at him.  He was staring at you, intently.  “Did I just kill our friendship?  Did I just ruin everything that we’ve been through for the past twenty some-odd years?”

You closed your eyes, because you could feel the tears filling your eyes.  “I don’t know,” you answered, shrugging.  “I don’t know what our friendship is now.  I care about you too much to be fuck buddies.  I don’t’ want to ruin our friendship that way.”

“Then we won’t,” he said, taking a step closer to you.  “We won’t ruin anything.”  You looked up at him again cautiously.  “I am in love with you.  I have been for years.  I’ve been crushing on you since middle school, and I’ve been in love with you since high school.  We can give it shot.  You and me, we can give it a shot, and we can see how we are.”

“Mark, what if things end badly?  That will ruin our friendship.  I love you, and I can’t see my life without you in it, and I’m fucking terrified that if things end badly with us, then you’re going to leave me, and I’m going to die a little inside.”

“Don’t end us before we even start,” he said, taking your hand.  “Don’t quit on us because I fucking love you.  I can’t see you not in my life either.  I need you for my very sanity, so you bet your sweet ass that I’m not going to jeopardize that.”  He grinned. “And for the record, your ass is sweet.”

You smiled involuntarily. “Will you stop?  Will you be serious?”

Mark smiled.  “I can’t.”  He sat down on his bed, pulling you onto his lap, his arm coming around you, holding you close to him.  “I can’t be serious, because we just did what I have been trying to get the courage to do for a long time.”

“You’ve wanted to have sex with me for a long time?” you asked, incredulously.

“Yes, I have.  If I had not been so damn tired the time you came to visit me, I would have seduced you that night.”  You blushed, and Mark laughed.  

“Mark!” you said, trying to get off of him.

Mark tightened his arms around you, and turned, so that he could lie you on the bed.  He hovered over you, and you couldn’t stop blushing. Mark leaned down and kissed you, moaning softly as he did.  Your arms moved around his neck, as he moved up on his knees, not once lifting his lips from yours.  When he did move up off of you, he rested his forehead on yours.

“I have been dying to kiss you since you moved into the house across the street,” he whispered.  “And I’ve been dying to sleep with you, really just worship your body, since I saw you in a two piece for the first time.” He rubbed his nose on your neck, kissing you softly.  “I love you so much.”

“I love you too, Mark,” you answered, feeling like you were risking everything.

Mark smiled, as he stood up, jumping on the bed.  You laughed, as you rolled away from him.  He landed on his knees on the bed and pulled you into his arms.  You giggled, as he rained kisses on your face before he stood up.

“Wait, wait, we have to make this official,” he said, getting off the bed, and moved over to your side. He took your hand, and grinned. “Will you please be my girlfriend?”

You bit your lip, looked down for a second, and then looked back up at him.  “I have a few conditions,” you said, that fear coming back to your eyes.  “Promise me that our friendship will last, because regardless of what happens between us, I can’t live without you.”  Now it was his turn to blush, and you smiled.

“What’s your second condition?”

“We go to Harry Potter world every year for our anniversary and for my birthday,” you said.

Mark laughed, nodding his head.  “Deal, to both.”

You smiled and nodded too. “Then yes.  I will be your girlfriend.”

Mark laughed again, and he tackled you to the bed.  You laughed along with him, as he situated himself between your legs, and kissed you senseless.  Then there was a knock on the door, and Mark jumped off of you.  He put your blouse on and went to answer his door.

Joey was on the other side, a stupid grin on his face.  “Dad sent me to see if you were done, and decent,” he said, making you blush.  “You traumatized dad, by the way.”

“Oh my god,” you said, covering your face with your hands.  

Joey laughed and sighed. ‘It’s about damn time, though.” Mark furrowed his brow, and Joey grinned.  “You’ve been eyeing each other ever since I was a kid, so it’s about time that you two got together.  Now get out here because dad and mom made food.  It’s time to eat.”

You and Mark walked out of the pool house, hand in hand.  When you walked into the kitchen, Papa Tuan put his hands over his eyes.  You whimpered, and hid behind Mark.  Everyone laughed, and Mark turned to hold you in his arms, blocking you from their view.

“You stop embarrassing my girlfriend,” Mark said, turning to playfully glare at his family, who laughed.

Doreen came up to you and hugged you tightly.  She took you over to the table, where Raymond went to sit down, his hand still on his eyes. Doreen smacked his arm lightly. He laughed, then turned to look at you.

“I’m glad your together with him, but please, no more making out in the kitchen, especially the way you were when I walked in.”

“Dad,” Mark said, a clear warning in his tone.  “Stop embarrassing my girlfriend.”  Raymond laughed, and nodded.  “Thanks, and thanks for the food.”

After dinner, you and Mark sat in the living room to watch television.  In many ways, it was just like it was before.  The biggest difference was that Mark held your hand this time, or he pulled you into his arms when you leaned into him. Everything was better now that you and he were officially dating.  He would never let you go.

[yyparkq]

cuffed

Since you decided to end your arrangement with Jackson six months ago with respect to his newfound girlfriend, you exerted an awful lot of effort to stop yourself from coming back to him every time you’re feeling lonely. Depriving your own self of mindblowing orgasms takes too much of your energy and willpower but thankfully you manage to get by with toys to play with yourself…and occasional hookups from blind dates.

Never in your whole life has your current situation crossed your mind. Even as you usually roleplay and engage in kinks, you never imagined being stuck in a situation so frustrating and embarrassing—thanks for the drought brought to you by the demands of your career and the lack of trustworthy dudes around you to satisfy you.

In your apartment, you have a magnificent view of the setting sun painting the sky a mixed hue of orange and magenta at the veranda, one of your favorite places to spend time contemplating about things. Now is definitely not that time, though. Not when you’re stark naked on your bed with one of your wrists handcuffed in one of your bedposts after your fuck for the night—who turns out to be having a pregnant girlfriend—left you alone in a hurry to attend to some emergency situation just before going down on you.

The situation infuriates the hell out of you. You were too blindsided by your sexual needs earlier that you simply agree to the man’s requests, even if it meant being tied up while being fucked. As soon as you reached your apartment, articles of your clothing were discarded quickly and your wrist ended up being cuffed. The man you were with excused himself for a while when his phone didn’t stop ringing. You expected him to turn his phone off and resume touching your body but to your surprise, you saw him peeking at your door, fully dressed again and with a look of panic and terror in his eyes. Within a few feet away from you, he told you that he actually has a girlfriend and that she’s at the hospital right now about to give birth to their child. What a douche.

You were too shocked to respond immediately and just let him get his way only to remember that your hands are remotely tied as soon as you heard your front door shut.

It was one of those times when you wish you were in your normal logical self. You could have saved yourself the trouble if you noticed immediately that one of your wrists is bound. Looking around the room, you found the nearest piece of clothing you previously wore six feet away from you, too impossible for you to barely reach. The only thing that you could use at that point to cover yourself is the bed sheets where you were lain on.

You couldn’t stay like that forever. You need to act and think quickly before you could actually spend the night helpless in your own apartment.

Fortunately, you noticed that your smartwatch remained fastened around your other wrist—the free wrist—and you were able to call and ask someone for help. You’re too embarrassed to call just anyone so you managed to narrow your list to the two most trustworthy people in your life—your two best friends. The first resort is your girl best friend from college. She’s been one of the constant people in your life and you’re fairly confident the situation will not faze your friendship and she will not judge you at all. But she wasn’t picking up your calls and you’re slowly getting anxious so you opt to phone the other person on your list—Jackson Wang.

As if he’s been waiting for you to call at that moment, Jackson picks up his phone only after a ring. You sighed in relief as you heard his familiar voice on the other line, your stomach tied in knots as you spoke to him, asking him to come over to your apartment immediately, not disclosing the situation yet because you’re too ashamed.

Jackson must have sensed the urgency in your voice even though you tried to act cool since it took him only less than an hour to reach your house. He let himself in using your old passcode he knew very well by heart.

He was dumbfounded when he arrived and saw the situation you are in. For almost five minutes, he was laughing his ass off looking at you and not even bothering to free your wrist from the restraints.

Oh god, you miss him terribly. It’s almost half a year since you’ve been in the same room and in this close proximity with this man and you’d be lying if you say you don’t miss him one bit. After all, he has the ability to cloud your mind any time of the day; most especially at night when you’re lonely and craving someone’s touch.

“So,” he says and clears his throat before continuing. “You need my help?”

You roll your eyes, reminded of how annoying he could be when he’s not pleasing you on the bed. “Why do you think I called you here then? To mock the shit out of me? Get the fucking keys on the kitchen counter, Jackson. Please. For goodness sake!”

He cocks an eyebrow at your tone.

“No, I thought you’re horny and that motherfucker didn’t even get to touch you? You know I’d be glad to help you with your release,” he says, reaching out to caress your thighs on top of the sheets.

You know. To be honest, a part of you hoped you could spend the night with him. He’s irreplaceable. You never found a guy as good as Jackson does make you feel when it comes to bed. Though you never really told him, he’s set the standard too high for all the other guys and you’re evidently struggling because of it. Most guys you dated to fill in the void of him doesn’t come as close to him. They all prioritized their own releases and hardly even cared whether you reached yours or not. It’s frustrating.

You let your free hand clutch the material draped on your chest and feel your heart thump loudly as his hand inched closer to the apex of your thighs. You’re afraid he might feel the wetness still dripping out of your core. After hearing his voice on the other line after a long time, you were reminded of how good he could make you feel with his tongue and hands working wonders on your body and you can’t help but touch yourself once again, having a little fun of your own.

Jackson lifts the cover from your body and you almost shriek when the cold air nip against your flushed skin. Your legs attempt to close together in reflex but both his hands immediately stop it. He takes a good look at your core and smirks at the way your juices were smeared between your legs, visibly staining the light gray sheets beneath you.

“I thought he didn’t even touch you and yet you’re here dripping wet,” he squints at the realization. “Did you touch yourself?” he asks, thumbing between your folds to gather your wetness and bringing his own fingers to his lips.

You stare as Jackson licked your juices off his fingers clean. His eyes turning darker with lust as you moan at the sight of him. At this point, you can feel your core burning with desire more than ever and you couldn’t care less whether or not his pronounced girlfriend finds out about the two of you fucking behind her back. You want him back. He was yours to begin with, anyway.

“I asked you, baby.”

Your pussy clenched at the hoarseness of his voice and you groaned at the fact that nothing’s still inside you. “Fuck me, Jackson.”

“Were you thinking about that motherfucker while touching yourself? You know you can’t get what you want unless you answer my question.”

“God damn it. I was thinking of you. Shit—” you scream when he slaps your pussy quite harshly.

He’s definitely enjoying this. “Watch your words, baby. Now, tell me, what was I doing when you were touching yourself?” he asks before lightly patting your core to ease the pain.

“When—when you..when you ate my pussy during your girlfriend’s birthday party,” you stutter.

He smirks, recalling how he devoured your pussy inside the house while his girlfriend attended to her guests at the party. “Oh, yeah. That was fun.”

The memory and the sight of you squirming beneath him was enough for Jackson to undress to take out his dick and stroke it a few times before running the tip along your folds to lubricate himself.

“You’re still on pill?” he asks and you nod. He hovers over you on the bed.

Jackson kisses you before finally sheathing himself inside of you. He pants and stops moving for a while, letting you adjust around his girth for a few seconds, before thrusting into you. “Fucking tight. I miss you,” he whispers to your ear and lightly bites on the sensitive area of your neck. His hands roam around your body before settling one to play on your clit and the other to massage your breast and pinch your nipple.

Jackson fucked you fast and hard, filling you up deliciously after six fucking months.

The room is filled with your heavy pants and mixed noises of skin slapping against skin and metal clacking of the handcuffs against the bedpost. Your bounded wrist starting to ache but you didn’t mind.

You bite your lip and grip Jackson’s hair harder as you feel yourself nearing your release. “I’m about to cum—fuck, Jackson—stop..oh my god.”

“Good girl,” Jackson praises you for cumming so hard and fast but did not waver with his thrusts.

You quiver and try to stop his hips from moving but he still continues to pound into you, lifting your left leg up and positioning himself from your behind this time. You’re twice as helpless with having only one hand free.

“I want you to cum again, baby girl,” he groans to your ear. His thrusts are getting sloppier signaling his release. He doesn’t have to tell you twice as you came right after him.

Jackson stays buried inside of you for a few more minutes as you two try to catch your breath. Eventually, he gets up and retrieves the keys to your handcuffs from the pocket of his pants.

You stare at him in disbelief. “You had the fucking keys all this time?”

“Yes, I saw it on the couch,” he smirks and unlocks the metal.

“Then why didn’t you remove this shit earlier you motherfucker,”

“You know how much I enjoy seeing you beg baby.”

Jackson grabs a towel from your drawer and cleans you up, not missing the chance to tease you once in a while. He inspects your previously bounded wrists and places light kisses around the marked area.

You were almost touched by the gesture until you remember his girlfriend and the shit you just did behind her back.

“Hey, what about…your girlfriend?” you try to play it cool. Honestly, you don’t even remember her name by now.

“Yeah, we broke up two months ago,” he says nonchalantly.

Two months ago? And he didn’t bother telling you?

[itstheoneshot]

Drunken Love

Summary: It’s the night of the JYPEnt end of year party. I’m accompanying Jackson as his date, after being his partner for the last 6 months. This is my first time drinking, as I only turned 20 a month ago, I’m nervous, and excited to see how the night turns out.

Word count: 2.7k

Pairing: Jackson Wang x Reader

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, Alcohol/Drunkenness, Oral.

“Are you ready yet, Jagi?” Jackson asks

I turn to exit the bathroom, my makeup is fresh and I am fanning my face with my hand to dry the setting spray I just applied. I am wearing a short, body con, black silk dress, my hair is tied back in a high ponytail. I look towards my boyfriend, and he is wearing a fitted suit, which is a change from his usual streetwear style. I am taken aback by how good he looks, of course I already knew he was this attractive, but the suit makes him look so mature and handsome.

“You look amazing.” I breathe

“So do you.” he replies

Jackson steps towards me, wrapping his arm around my waist as he kisses me on the top of my head, careful to not touch my face as my makeup and setting spray still has to dry. We walk together towards the door, stopping to pick up my handbag, and then sitting at the door to pull on my high heels as Jackson puts on his dress shoes. Jackson holds out both of his hands to me, and helps me stand up from the ground, keeping me steady on my feet in the stilettos, before we exit the apartment and meet out taxi out the front.

It does not take long for us to arrive at the venue, where Jackson assists me to step out of the car, and then takes my hand to walk beside him towards the door. I find it a bit overwhelming, having my photo taken so many times by all the fansites waiting to see their favourite idols, and hearing them scream my partner’s name makes me feel a little bit self-conscious, like I’m not good enough for him.

“It’s only you, baby.” Jackson whispers in my ear, as if he could feel my emotions

I do not get a chance to respond, as we reach the security at the door and are let into the hall. Inside, the room is fully decorated, there is a DJ playing music, and along the walls are tables full of food and alcohol, with bartenders handing out drinks. Jackson steers us towards one of the bartenders, and gets us each a glass of champagne.

“To us!” he says, holding out his glass

“To us.” I respond with a smile, clinking our glasses together before taking a sip

I have never really drunk much alcohol, my parents were always strict when I was growing up, and I didn’t have many friends at school so I never went to parties. I am a little bit worried about what being drunk may be like, but I trust Jackson to take care of me, like he has in every other aspect of my life over the last six months of our relationship, so I drink with him.

———

We both finish our first glasses quickly, and take a second drink from the bar before walking together to go and greet the other guests. All of the groups under JYPEnt are here, celebrating the end of another year of music releases, concerts and tours and awards, and myself and Jackson make our way through, saying hello to as many of them as possible.

We finally reach the rest of the GOT7 members, Youngjae and JB have their partners with them, but the rest of the group came solo. All of us talk and hang out together, and are continuously poured more alcohol whenever a bartender walks past with more champagne. I think I’m on glass four or five by now, and the bubbles begin to feel strange in my stomach.

Our conversation is interrupted, as JYP takes the stage and gives his speech. Jackson is standing next to me, he has his arm around my waist, and he runs his fingers gently across the sensitive spot of my stomach. I breathe deeply, trying to focus on composure, but I feel with the more alcohol I have consumed, the harder it is to concentrate on what is going on, only wanting to focus on Jackson.

I lean into Jackson’s shoulder, and wait patiently for the speeches to end. Once the speeches are done, the lights are dimmed and the DJ resumes his position on stage, the event is now becoming a real party as everyone begins to dance. I finish the glass in my hand, as prompted to by my boyfriend, and then he takes my hand and leads us out onto the dance floor.

On the dance floor with all of the other idols, I am self-conscious of my dancing ability, but enjoying the buzz of the alcohol makes it a little bit easier for me. My complete focus is on the man in front of me, and his is on me. We dance together, and I revel in the attention, and in the feeling of Jackson’s hands on my body.

———

It is hard to be in a relationship with an idol, of the six months we have been official, the time spent together has been so limited. Most of the time, Jackson has been on tour, or recording, or interviews and the like. We do spend every night apart video calling, and when he has been home we have spent it together. They’re having a break now, though, which means I get Jackson all for myself for the next month, so I’m not going to let go of him for the whole time.

Even in heels, Jackson towers over me, his arms drape over my shoulders and mine are around his waist as we dance together. I am feeling giddy from the champagne, and can’t help but smile at my beautiful boyfriend as he has the time of his life dancing alongside me. The two of us are soon joined by the other members of GOT7, and the tone changes as the boys mess around with each other. I laugh at their antics, and more drinks are shared around as the chaos of the group’s behaviour unfolds before me.

I’m in stitches from laughing so hard, JB just poured a bottle of champagne down the back of Bambam’s shirt and BamBam is pretending to cry over it, screaming at the top of his lungs. Jackson has tears streaming down his cheeks from laughing, and every single laugh that escapes his mouth fills my heart a little bit more, I’m so grateful for every moment I get to spend with my love. As hard as it is to date an idol, I’m so lucky to get to spend my time with the most incredible man I’ve ever known.

The party gets rowdier as the night goes on, and I’ve lost count of the bottles of champagne that have been finished. I am enjoying the feeling of alcohol coursing through my veins, but I am even more enjoying the feeling of Jackson’s body pressed against mine. The more we drink, the closer we get, always touching each other even if only just by the tips of our fingers, I don’t want to let go.

“When do you want to leave?” Jackson whispers in my ear

“I don’t mind! Aren’t you having fun?” I ask, my voice slurring a little bit

“I am... but I’d much rather have fun with just you.” he replies

My eyes widen as I realise what he is insinuating, and I barely finish nodding in agreement before he wraps his arm around my waist and pulls me around the venue saying goodbye to everyone. I wave off the rest of the GOT7 members, pretending to ignore the knowing wink that the now shirtless Bambam gave to us before we walk out the door.

———

It takes no time for our ride to arrive, and Jackson opens the door for me to get inside, before sliding in next to me. I give my address to the driver, and he nods and begins to take us home. Jackson’s hand is resting on my thigh, just above my knee, and throughout the drive his grip slowly makes its way up my leg. On arrival, Jackson pays the driver, before helping me out of the car.

I am wobbly on my feet, regretting wearing heels, but Jackson notices this and picks me up and carries me to the door. He is not sober either, and I try not to scream as he almost stumbles when he puts me back on my feet at the front door. I get my keys out of my bag and let us inside, quickly dropping to the floor to rip the shoes from my feet, and I breathe a deep sigh of relief as the tension eases almost immediately.

Jackson has taken his shoes off too, and he reaches out to help me stand up. I take his hands and he pulls me into him, wrapping his arms around me tightly. I soak everything in, my boyfriend, the feeling of drunkenness, the way the room sways a little as I open my eyes, but I feel the way my eyes focus again as I lay them on the handsome man in front of me.

I lean up on my toes to kiss Jackson, fire burning in my stomach as I crave his touch. I run my hands through his hair, and pay attention to his hands as they hold me by the waist. I pull him in closer to me, and I begin to feel more sober by the second as I’m lost in our embrace.

“You’re not too drunk?” Jackson asks, pulling back to breathe for a moment

“I promise I’m not. I want this.” I reply

“Are you sure? I don’t want to do anything without being sure.” Jackson presses

“I’m sure,” I start, “and it’s fucking hot when you ask for consent.”

Without another word, Jackson presses our lips together again, this time pulling me closer into him, and this time I can feel how badly he wants me, too. His hands explore my back, tracing shapes along the skin exposed by the cut of the dress. A shiver runs up my spine, and I move from kissing Jackson’s lips, to moving across his jawline. I nibble on his earlobe, and I exert a small whine as I kiss, lick, and bite my way down his neck.

I continue to kiss along his collarbones as I undo the buttons of his dress shirt, and I seductively slide the material off his shoulders, watching it drop at his feet and admiring the gorgeous man in front of me. Jackson unzips my dress, and I let it fall off me to the floor. I then begin to kiss down his stomach, until I am kneeling in front of him, I look up at him with wide eyes to see him looking down at me with desperation on his face.

“May I?” I ask

“Please...” he responds

I reach forward and undo his belt buckle, the button and fly, and I pull his pants down to his ankles. Left in just his underwear, his erect member at my eye-level, begging me to take it in whole. My mouth begins to water as I run my finger along the length, and I don’t hesitate to rip his underwear down, and I take his hardness in my hands.

“Fuck, jagi-ya, good girl...” Jackson moans

He runs his fingers through my hair, knotting them at the back as I slowly lower my mouth down onto him. I taste a hint of pre-cum, no more than a droplet, as I begin to bob my head up and down. Desperate for him, swirling my tongue at the tip, and then pushing my head down further, my eyes begin to water as I take his full length down my throat.

Jackson’s moans escalate as I play with his balls with one hand, the other hand gripping his ass cheek. I lose myself in the moment, wanting nothing more but to pleasure the man I love, his moans and grunts like music to my ears, and knowing I am the one making him feel this way is the biggest turn on of all. I hum into him, feeling his grip on my hair tighten at the sensation. I look up at him, his head tilted back as he tries to stay steady, biting his lip as I pull him closer to ecstasy every second.

“I want to fuck you.” Jackson moans

“I want to taste you.” I respond, stopping for a single breath before taking him in again

“Fuck...” Jackson moans

I speed my movements up, choking on him as I force my head down, I can feel him crumbling to my touch but I refuse to stop. I hear his breath hitch in his throat as he releases into my mouth. I taste him as my mouth fills with his seed, and I swallow as he continues to moan. I slowly let go, and look up at him, licking my lips, clearing my mouth of any stray drops.

“You’re too fucking good, but now it’s my turn.” Jackson purrs

I stand up, and Jackson steps closer to me, wrapping his arms around me as he begins to kiss me on the lips. Our tongues fight for dominance as I feel him moan into my mouth, and I let him take control. He unclasps my bra and I pull it off, throwing it aside as I am almost bare in front of him. He pulls me back to the bed, and he lays me down, all while continuing to kiss down my body.

He pays attention to each of my breasts, nipping lightly on each bud, eliciting a whine from me due to the sensation. He kisses down my body, until he kneels at the edge of the bed, with my legs either side of him, spread wide for him to see. I lift my hips as he pulls my lace panties down, giving him access to me.

“You’re so wet already, huh?” Jackson teases

“Mhmm... want you.” I whine

Jackson begins to kiss between my thighs, slowly moving closer to my core. My desperation almost painful, wanting nothing more than for him to touch me. I run my hands through his hair as he gets closer, and he runs his tongue along the entrance. He gives extra attention to my clit, my hips bucking involuntarily underneath him.

I moan at the sensitivity, as Jackson inserts one, and then two fingers inside me. His fingers curl as they thrust in and out of me, his tongue working on my clit, sucking and nibbling gently. My moans escalate, Jackson knowing exactly how to work my body, and I feel tension build in me so quickly.

“I want you to cum for me.” Jackson orders

I relax my body, and pay attention solely to how good my boyfriend is making me feel. With each second, each nip, each suck, and each thrust, I get closer to my release.

“Jackson, I’m so close...” I whine

Jackson speeds his finger movements up, and swirls harder on my clit with his tongue. I feel my body clench, and release, as my orgasm takes over. I moan over and over, my legs twitch and I pull him by his hair, not wanting the sensation to end. As my peak decreases, Jackson slowly extracts his fingers, and kisses up my body until our lips meet again.

“I’m not done yet.” Jackson says

I look down, and see that he is hard again. I smirk at him, and bite my lower lip.

“I was hoping you’d say that.” I reply

He kisses me harder, I kiss him back, and the rest of the night is a mess of sweat, moans, orgasms and a never-ending repeat of our three favourite words.

[definitelyseven]

liability | nine (m)

 summary: reporter meets mafia boss, Park Jinyoung

one | two | three | four | five | six (m) | seven (m) | eight | nine (m) | ten | eleven | twelve | thirteen | fourteen (m) | fifteen | sixteen (m) | seventeen | eighteen - final |

You stopped in front of the door, afraid to go inside to see Jinyoung.

“Go in,” Mark said behind you. You sighed loudly before walking in. As soon as Jinyoung sees you, he runs up to you. You can tell from his face that he was worried. 

“Where the hell did you go?” he asked rubbing your arms up and down. “I was worried.”

“I know,” you said looking down at the floor. 

“You know and you did it?” he said raising his tone at you. You sighed and moved away from him, back to your shared room. He tells the body guards to leave the two of you alone before coming after you. “Y/N...” he called out. You quietly played on your phone, ignoring him. You didn’t want to argue tonight. “Y/N...” he said sitting next to you on the bed. “Answer me.” 

“I’m sorry, okay? I just wanted to be alone.”

“Talk to me. I know something’s bothering you,” you rolled your eyes, trying to get up away from him. He holds onto your hand and pulls you back down onto the bed. “We’re not done talking.”

“You don’t get it, do you?” you said angrily.  

“What did I do wrong?”

You scoff, “Nothing. You did nothing wrong, happy? Can I shower now?” 

“No. Not until you tell me what’s wrong. I know when people are lying, especially when a girl says they don’t want to talk.”

“I hate being watched, being followed everywhere I go,” you confessed. “I hate not knowing what you’re doing and I hate not knowing what we are.”

“I thought you knew what it meant to be with someone like me.”

You sighed, “I thought I did...”

“So, what? You want to leave me?” he asked. You sighed again, no matter how you explained it, he didn’t get it. “Do you want to leave me?” he asked again, this time enunciating every word. Tears formed in your eyes at his words. No, you didn’t want to leave him. You wanted to be with him, but you weren’t sure how he felt. You weren’t sure what this was to him - a casual fuck, a side chick? You didn’t know. “I won’t make you stay if you don’t want to,” Jinyoung said getting up. “I’ll ask Mark to book you the next flight out of here,” he said pulling out his phone and walking away from you. 

You didn’t want to go. 

You got up after him and ran to hug him from behind, wrapping your arms around his waist. “I don’t want to go,” you said crying into his back. You feel his back relax at your touch as he grabs your hand on his waist. He hangs up the call with Mark and turns to you.

“Don’t cry,” he said, wiping your tears away. “Are you ready to talk?” he asked. 

You shake your head again, sniffling. “Can you just hold me?” 

He nods, bringing you back to his bed and pulling you into his chest. “You asked what we are,” he whispered in your ear, giving your temple a light kiss. This small gesture comforted you, calmed you down. “What would you say if I called you my girlfriend?” 

You looked up pulling away from him slightly, “W-what?”

“I said what would you say if I called you my girlfriend?” he asked again making your heart race. He knew what was bothering you.  

“Are you asking me because I’m upset about something or because you really want me to be your girlfriend?”

“Isn’t it the same?” he said pulling you back into his arms. You stopped him.

“No, it’s not,” you said sternly. “It’s not, Jinyoung. I need to know.”

“I care about you and if this title is important to you, then let’s put a title on it,” he said pulling you in for a kiss. 

This wasn’t exactly what you wanted, but it was better than nothing. It was good enough for now. 

Jinyoung cups your cheeks in his hands, bringing your lips closer to his. He licks your bottom lip signaling you to open your mouth for him. You do so obediently. Your tongues wrestle each other for a bit before he gives your tongue a light suck. He pulls your body close to his, pressing his lower body against yours. Jinyoung lifts your leg over his waist before flipping you over underneath him. His lips travelled down your jaw and to your neck, leaving wet kisses all over. You tangled your fingers in his hair, giving it a small tug just how he liked. Jinyoung reaches for your top, unbuttoning the front of your shirt. He takes his time with you once he removes your top. He takes your breast in his hands, gently massaging them. You moan at his touch, feeling your core dampen. 

“Jinyoung, please...” you begged. He takes your breast in his mouth, biting and sucking on your nipples until you couldn’t take it anymore. Your core ached to be touch and you felt your panties sticking to your core. He removes your pants in one swift motion, tracing his pointer finger up and down the wet patch of your panties. Jinyoung pulls your panties slightly upward, pressing your already damped panties against your own core. You moaned at the friction. He pulls your panties off and discards it across the room. 

“God, you look so pretty like this,” he said spreading your legs far apart. You helped Jinyoung out of his t-shirt and bottoms before he dives right into your core. You gasped once you feel his lips on your wet pussy. His lips moved strategically against your core, leaving no part untouched. Jinyoung gives your folds a small nibble before attacking your clit with his tongue in an up-down motion. You moan, spreading your legs further apart for him. You tangle your hands in his hair and thrusted your hips forward. “You taste so sweet...” he mumbles in your core. He spreads your folds apart, examining your wet and swollen core. Jinyoung inserts two fingers into you. You threw your head back, arching your back in pleasure. His fingers curved upwards as he pumped in and out of you while sucking your clit. The pleasure was overwhelming, feeling the pit in your stomach grow. You started thrusting your hips upward, hoping to chase your own high. “Patience baby...” he said holding your hips down. He removes his fingers out of your pussy, and hovers over you. He sticks his fingers in your mouth, making you suck your own juices. “Will you be a good girl for me?” he asked. 

You nodded and helped him lay down. You got on your knees, leaned down to his cock and looked up at him. He nods giving you the go ahead to take him. You opened your mouth and laid his cock on your tongue, giving it a slow lick, tasting his salty pre-cum. Jinyoung puts his arms behind his head, lifting it up to watch you. Your eyes looked up at him as you lick his veiny cock again. You hear him suck in a breath of air. 

“Come on, baby...” he said in a low voice. You opened your mouth wide and shoved his cock deep down in your mouth till it hit the back of your throat, choking on it. You pulled his cock out of your mouth before taking him full again. Jinyoung groans as you repeat this motion a couple times, sucking him harder each time. He grabs your hair in a ponytail and guides his cock in and out of mouth. You choked and gagged on his cock each time it hits the back of your throat. Your eyes red with tears as saliva drips out of your mouth and down your chin. You gave him another suck, feeling his cock twitch in your mouth. “That was amazing baby,” he said pulling you under him as he wiped the salvia off your chin. With his cock still drenched with your saliva, he positions himself in you. You moaned feeling his tip slowly insert in you - inch by inch, he pushes himself in you. He knows you are still getting use to this so he was careful not to be too rough with you, but you could take it.

“Jinyoung, I can take it,” you tell him. “I want you to fuck me hard...” you begged, pulling his body close to yours. 

“Are you sure baby?” he asked, brushing the hair out of your face. You bit your lip, nodding. You were sure. He nods, shoving the rest of himself in you in one motion. You arched your back in pleasure. You’d be lying if you said it didn’t hurt, but you didn’t want to tell Jinyoung that. You didn’t want him to treat you like glass. He pumps himself in and out of you, giving you no time to adjust. “Fuck baby, you’re so tight.”

You spread your legs further apart for him, giving him more room to fuck you. He thrusts so far into you, you feel the tip of his cock hit a spot that was foreign to you. Each time he hits that spot, you moan louder and louder. “Jinyoung, don’t stop,” you begged, thrusting your hips upward. He reaches for your clit and rubs it in a circular motion. “Jinyoung...” you whimpered at the overstimulation. “Fuck, I’m close...” you whined, practically twitching underneath him.

“Hold it in baby. We still have the whole night,” he smirked, halting his movements on your clit. Jinyoung stops thrusting, he looks down at you, watching you struggle to hold in your orgasm.

“I can’t,” you begged, tears falling from the corner of your eyes. Jinyoung wipes the tears away as he leans down to give you a soft kiss. 

“Yes you can. Be a good girl,” he whispered before rubbing your clit again in circular motion. Unlike before, he goes slow - thrusting and rubbing slower than before. With each thrust and each rub, it pushes you closer to the edge. “You’re so pretty when you hold in your orgasm. Tell me what you want me to do,” Jinyoung said nibbling your earlobe. You moaned loudly, feeling your core clench on his cock. “Tell me...” he repeats.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling his body closer to yours as you whispered in his ear, “Daddy, I want you to fuck me till I’m sore...I want to cum all over your hard cock.” 

He stops thrusting in you and looks like down at you, “What did you just call me?” 

“Y-you don’t like it?” you asked biting your lip. “I thought guys like that stuff...”

“No baby. I love it. You sound so hot,” he said picking up his pace again. He drills himself in you, over and over again, until you cry out loud. 

“Daddy, please...I have to cum,” you begged again. He pulls out of you and flips you over to lay on your stomach. You whined at the empty feeling in your core. Jinyoung motions you to get on your knees, facing away from him with your ass up. He spreads your butt cheeks apart, examining your glistening red pussy. Your face buried in the pillows as you spread your legs further apart for him to see. 

“You’re dripping, baby. Look at your core clench on nothing. I bet you’re dying for my cock.”

“Yes, please Jinyoung...please,” you begged for the nth time. You threw your head back in pleasure, when you feel his mouth on your core. Your core was clenching on nothing, anymore stimulation, you were sure you’d cum. 

“I can’t get enough of you,” Jinyoung said, pulling away from your core. “You’re doing so good,” he said tracing his finger up and down your folds. You wet core makes it so easy for him to slip right into you. The both of you moan at the feeling of him filling you up and you clenching on his cock. He spreads your legs further apart as he continues to fuck you. Jinyoung’s hands traces up your back, pressing your face against the pillow. The room was filled with your moans and the sound of skin slapping against each other. You held your breath, trying to hold in your orgasm - this only made your core clench on his cock more. “Fuck...” Jinyoung groans, grabbing you by your hair. He pulls your body back to his chest as he continues to thrust into your sensitive core. He reaches for your clit, rubbing it vigorously in circular motion. Your body begins to shake and tremble in his arms. “Cum with me baby.” 

You tilt your head back on his shoulder, eyes rolled back in pleasure. With his free hand, Jinyoung wraps his fingers around your neck. His lips made its way to your neck, sucking and nibbling on your sweet spot. 

He was magical - how can someone make you feel this good? 

You moaned loudly, feeling a wave of pleasure hit your whole body. Your body became weak, trembling from the overstimulation. Within seconds of your orgasm, Jinyoung grunts, letting out a low moan before he spills his seed into you. Your core still overstimulated, still clenching on his cock, milking him dry. 

The both of you remained in this position until you calmed down. Jinyoung pulls out of you slowly before laying you on the bed. Your core ached, just like you wanted, and your body felt numb. He leans down to kiss your cheek, “Was I too rough?” he asked out of breath. You shake your head with a satisfied smile. Jinyoung gets up from the bed and heads to the bathroom for a wet towel. He cleans you up before getting in bed with you, pulling you in his arms. “You’re so beautiful,” he whispers in your ear. You smiled at his sweet words, cuddling closer to him. 

As you were about to doze off, you hear a loud knock on your bedroom door. You shift in the bed when you feel Jinyoung leave your side. 

“Jinyoung, we have to go! Something’s happened,” you hear Mark say, waking you up. You sat up in bed with the sheets wrapped around your body, watching Jinyoung frantically put his clothes on. 

“Jinyoung?” you called, getting out of bed and walking towards him. 

“Something happened. I need to go back to Seoul,” he said buttoning his pants.

“Let me come with you.”

“No, you stay here. I promise I’ll come back for you,” Jinyoung said before grabbing his jacket. He leans down to give you a kiss before leaving. 

That was the last time you heard from him.  

[fantastic-bby]

Inked

Pairing: (F)Reader x Mark

Word count: 6.6k (my writing’s starting to get slightly longer owo)

Genre: Romance, soulmate au, Idol!Mark, Non-Idol!Reader

Summary: In a world where the tattoos would be shared among soulmates, Mark uses this to his advantage in an attempt in locating his soulmate. Unexpectedly, his soulmate ends up getting a tattoo that’s completely different than what he would usually get in an attempt to remind him that she exists. Unbeknownst to them, her tattoo is the one that brings them together...

Warnings: None

Playlist: Falling For You - Peachy! || Chocolate - The 1975 || Let Me - Got7 || Page - Got7

Soulmate series: Jaebeom - Strings || Jackson - Bubbles || Jinyoung - Masked || Youngjae - Drawings || BamBam - Footprints || Yugyeom - Pieces

The stinging on your calf was what woke you up. You moved to the full body mirror to see what it was and was shocked to see a large cross forming on your now irritated skin. You scrunch your face in annoyance; whatever tattoo your soulmate would get would appear on your own skin. 

You had already gone through three other tattoos and you felt every second of the needle as the designs were unwantedly inked into your skin. 

You had yet to find your soulmate and it seemed as though they just didn’t seem to bother that their soulmate would have the same tattoos and feel the same pain. It was a bit strange, but the only marks that you two would share were tattoos. Other soulmates would share bruises and feel pain whenever their soulmate would get injured, but not you. 

You only got their tattoos.

The first and second tattoos that appeared were a pair of dates written in roman numbers on your rib cage. You hated the fact that your soulmate chose their first tattoo on one of the most painful places to get a tattoo since you had to experience the grueling pain of it. 

The second tattoo that appeared was the word “Truth” on your inner bicep. You actually admired that tattoo. There was probably a more meaningful story behind it from your soulmate’s side, but you liked it because somehow, it resonated with you. 

This cross that was drawn on your calf was the third. Despite how beautiful the cross was turning out, you were annoyed that it woke you up at 2 a.m. You scolded your soulmate in your mind as you made your way back into bed - being careful not to bump your calf anywhere - and decided to try and sleep.

You woke up in the morning to the sound of your roommate moving around the apartment. 

“Haneul eonnie?” You questioned tiredly when you saw her limping towards the kitchen from her room. 

“Did I wake you?” She asked as she turned to you, “Leo got a tattoo on his fucking foot. It hurts like hell.” She grumbled when she showed the outline of a rose on her foot. 

“Damn,” You muttered out with a yawn, “I have a huge cross on my calf.” You turned around to show her the design. 

“Your soulmate really likes tattoos.” She pointed out as she pulled out a few eggs from the fridge. 

“It seems that way.” You sighed as you made your own way into the kitchen and pulled bacon out of the freezer. “I already have three other tattoos and whoever it is just keeps adding to it.” You mutter out. 

“They’re pretty, though.” Haneul points out as she turned the stove on, “I guess we’re both lucky our soulmates have nice tastes in tattoos.” She chuckles. 

“It might be a bit of a problem since the cross is in more of an obvious place,” You point out as you turn down to look at it, “But I think it’s really nice.” You smiled as you admire the rose design that filled the inside of the cross. 

“Why don't you get a tattoo?” She questioned. 

“I technically already have.” You looked at her in confusion as you gestured to the cross and the one on your inner bicep. 

“No, I mean why not you get one in person. Challenge your soulmate, (Y/n).” She clarified, “Get something simple but in a place they’ll have to look at all the time. Then they’ll remember that their tattoos are projected onto another person.” She explained.

“I’ll think about it.” You nodded. You did think about it. The thought sat in your head for the next few days. It was a good idea to get back at your soulmate for inking themselves constantly and causing you pain and discomfort. 

That led you to looking up small but cute tattoos while you sit in your room with your laptop in front of you. You were looking at an abundance of designs but only one seemed to stand out from the rest. You saved the design into your phone and left your room to see Haneul sitting on her couch with her soulmate - who also happened to be your best friend - Leo.

“I think I finally found a design that I like.” You announced to the two and showed them your phone. Haneul moved forward a bit to get a closer look at it, 

“Cute.” She smiled. 

“It’s simple.” Leo nodded. 

“Where are you getting it?” Haneul asked when she leaned back against the couch. 

“Probably on the collarbone. I don’t feel like troubling them too much with it. I just want to let them know, ‘hey, I’m here’.” You said as you looked at the design once again. 

“Why a paper plane?” Leo questioned as he slung his arm around Haneul’s shoulders. 

“I just think it’s cute.” You shrugged. “I don’t really have a meaning for it. It’s cute, it’s small and I think it’ll be a nice tattoo.” You look away from your phone to look at him nodding. 

“It is cute. But if you guys end up meeting because of this tattoo, let each other know if you’re getting another one.” Haneul grumbled when she glanced over at Leo. 

“I gave you a heads up.” He defended himself. 

“Yeah, while you were getting the tattoo.” She snapped at him. “I think it's a nice tattoo, (Y/n).” 

“When are you getting it? I can take you to the place I got mine.” Leo offered. 

“Really?” You questioned. When he nodded, you smiled, “Are you free tomorrow?”

“What about today?” She suggested. “You’ll be done in no time. It’s small.” She turned to her soulmate who shrugged.

“I’m free anytime this week.” 

“I don’t really want to disturb your together time so I’ll get it tomorrow.” You shake your head. 

“If you get it later, I’ll follow. I wanna see your reaction when you get the tattoo.” Haneul gave you a cheeky smile. 

At the tattoo parlor was where Haneul followed you and Leo. You gave in after a while and just decided ‘fuck it’. Leo drove the two of you into town where the parlor was and you couldn’t help but feel nervous as you looked at the design on your phone throughout the drive. 

“Are you coming in?” Haneul asked Leo when he parked the car outside the parlor. 

“I’m not missing (Y/n) getting her first tattoo.” He snorted as he unclipped the seatbelt. “I know the guy who owns this place so it’ll be nice to talk to him again.” He led you inside the small lot and greeted the man at the counter. The man had a complete tattoo sleeve covering his right arm and what looked like a half finished sleeve on his other. 

“Hyung!” The man’s face lit up when he saw him walk in, the name Han written on a nametag on his shirt. “Getting another tattoo?” He asked but when his eyes moved to the two of you following behind Leo he understood, “Ah, okay. I assume one of them is getting it.” 

“Yeah, Haneul isn’t exactly happy that I got the tattoo without telling her.” Leo chuckled and gestured his head over to Han when he looked at you. 

“This one?” He questioned. You nodded shyly and pulled your phone out of the pocket of your shorts to show him the design. Han looked at it and led you behind the black curtains that separate the rooms. 

“How long will it take?” You questioned as the nerves continued to build up when your brain realised what you were doing. 

“It’s a small tattoo. Probably an hour or two. Maybe less.” He shrugs as he pats on the leather chair. You sit in the chair and feel your palms start to sweat as Haneul and Leo watch you from the door. 

“We can’t join you over there because of a sanitary issue.” Leo informed when he remembered how his own friend had to wait for him when he was getting his tattoo. You watched Han move back and forth at the shelves. 

“No colours?” He glanced over at you when he sat at the sketching table. You bit your lip as you thought about it while looking at your phone. 

“A splash of watercolour behind it?” Your voice came out small when you felt as though the colouring would make it into too much of a cliche tattoo. 

“Alright.” He smiled kindly as he started to sketch out the tattoo. “Do you have any other tattoos?” He asked without taking his attention off of the paper. 

“I have another three but it’s because my soulmate keeps getting tattoos.” You extend your leg out to show him the cross on your calf. 

“Your soulmate seems to have an eye for tattoos or some kind of common sense not to get anything stupid tattooed on them. That’s a really lovely tattoo.” He hummed out as he stood up, “How’s this?” He showed you the stencil of the paper plane. He had added a trail of dotted lines and outlines of clouds. “I’ll colour in the clouds, don’t worry.” He smiled and moved over to the chair that was beside you when you nodded. You pulled down the strap of your tank top to expose your collarbone.

He placed the stencil onto your skin and pulled the paper away to reveal the blue outline of the design before rubbing your skin with numbing gel. 

The sound of the tattoo gun starting only heightened your nerves and your entire body was starting to sweat. Haneul and Leo continued to watch, both with pure amusement plastered all over their faces when the needle hit your skin. 

“Holy shit!” You yelped out. The constant sting of the needle got worse when it got closer to your collarbone and you could feel actual tears pricking your eyes from how painful it was.

“Yeah, the collarbone is pretty painful.” Han chuckled as he continued his work. You glared at Haneul when she started to giggle at you. 

“(Y/n) just has a low pain tolerance.” She snickered at you when you managed to give her the middle finger. 

“It’s not a problem.” Han glanced up at you for a moment. “It hurts more to get the tattoo yourself compared to when your soulmate gets one.” 

“Yeah, that’s exactly what I was thinking.” You mutter through a grimace. “This hurts way more than the rib cage one they got.” You glanced down to see him still outlining the plane. 

After another agonizing hour and a half, the tattoo was done. Han moved up from you and put away the tattoo gun on the metal table. 

“Finished.” He clapped his gloved hands together. “You guys can come closer now.” He ushered over the couple standing by the doorway. 

“You feeling okay?” Haneul asked as she moved over to your side. You nodded at her and adjusted yourself in your seat, your lower half feeling numb from sitting for too long.

“Yeah, it became bearable after a while.” You mutter out. 

“You can take a look at it in the mirror over there.” Han pointed out to the full body mirror sitting in the corner of the room as he prepared the plastic wrap. You moved over to the mirror and looked at the tattoo. 

“Oh, it’s so cute.” You cooed with a smile growing on your face when you saw the design sitting right under your collarbone.

“Now, you have something that contrasts the tattoos your soulmate keeps getting.” She smiled when she looked at the tattoo through the mirror as well. 

»»————-　　————-««

“Woah, that’s new.” Jackson pointed out when Mark sat up, tiredly rubbing his eyes. He squinted his eyes at his roommate through the pain of the throbbing headache; a painful souvenir from the night before.

“What?” He muttered out.

“You have a new tattoo.” Jackson pointed at the irritated skin of his collarbone. Mark looked down and his eyes widened when he saw the paper plane. “I guess your soulmate’s tired of you always getting tattoos.” He snickered. Mark groggily sat up from his bed and moved over to his closet, opening it to look in the mirror that hung off of the closet door. 

“I guess they are.” He muttered when he got a full look at the new tattoo. He wasn’t used to any colour being on his tattoos, but he liked it. It was simple. 

“It’s cute.” Jackson tilted his head to look at it properly. Mark nodded, 

“I like it.” He stated, gently running his fingers along the red skin and being careful not to apply any pressure to it. “I wonder what timezone they’re in since it happened while I was sleeping.” He hummed out as he ran a hair through his messy bed hair. 

“If you’re sleeping when this showed up, then that probably means you keep getting tattoos while they’re sleeping.” Jackson spoke as he threw on a shirt. Mark stared at himself in the mirror as he thought about it. A small sense of guilt washed over him when he realised that maybe they were sleeping whenever he was getting his tattoos. 

“Damn,” Mark sighed out as he looked down at his rib cage through the mirror. “That makes me feel bad.” 

“Maybe this is their way of reminding you they exist.” He joked. 

Mark spent the next few days completely obsessed with his new tattoo. He strangely felt more connected to his soulmate even though the tattoo was the only response he had ever gotten from them. His group always caught him silently admiring the tattoo in between schedules whenever he’d be shirtless or whenever he was wearing a low cut shirt. 

“Mark hyung, you’re really into it, huh?” Jinyoung asked when he walked into the changing room to see his older member staring at the vanity mirror while holding his shirt in his left hand. 

“I just think it’s really cute.” Mark muttered out without much attention towards Jinyoung. 

“Don’t spend too much time looking at it. We have to get ready for the show.”Jaebeom patted Mark on the back lightly as he walked past them. 

Right, the show. 

Mark was hoping that maybe he could find his soulmate wherever they were while they were on tour but so far he hadn’t felt much whenever they had fansigns or hi touches. 

The rest of his group had described their experience with their soulmates as a fire in their soul being ignited. Mark remembered asking Jackson about how he felt when he met his soulmate and distinctly remembers their conversation that night in their hotel room. 

“It felt like I suddenly saw everything in colour.” He explained. “I never knew how empty I actually felt until I met her.” 

“Is it like how other people describe it?” Mark asked. 

“Other people described it as an explosion in their soul. I think everyone feels it differently.” Jackson shrugged. “But I do remember feeling like everything in my body was just warm and I remember feeling so fucking happy.”

That was the feeling Mark was yearning for. The feeling of suddenly finding the person he was meant to spend forever with. The person he was connected with by soul. 

“Do you think maybe he’ll meet them soon?” Yugyeom whispered to Youngjae as they stood at the other end of the room. 

“Hopefully.” Youngjae shrugged. “He’s really into that tattoo. He doesn’t even appreciate his own tattoos this much.” He chuckled. 

“The tour might make it easier, but what if his soulmate’s in a location we’re not going to?” BamBam mentioned, making them all turn to him. 

“That is a possibility.” Youngjae nodded. 

“They could be in Korea for all we know.” Yugyeom pointed out with his bottom lip caught between his teeth. 

“He’s the only one who hasn’t found his soulmate yet. I feel bad for him.” BamBam sighed as they turned back to Mark to see him tracing his tattoo with his fingers. 

“Attention away from him or he might get snappy.” Jinyoung ushered as he approached them. “You know how he feels about the whole soulmate issue.” He spoke to them softly.

“You feeling hopeful?” Jackson asked Mark, tearing his attention away from the tattoo to finally put on the black tank top he was wearing for the concert. 

“About what?” Mark hummed out in question. 

“The tattoo.” He turned to Jackson and shrugged, 

“I don’t know when I’ll meet them or if I’ll ever meet them. I just like the tattoo and it makes me feel closer to them.” He smiled slightly at him but Jackson could see the sadness that was hiding behind his eyes. 

They were all aware that Mark could be slightly sensitive about the topic of soulmates, but he never really showed much sensitivity unless he was angry. Jackson could see how much despair Mark was in that he still hadn’t even come close to finding his soulmate. 

Every time Mark got a tattoo, he was secretly hoping he would find someone with the same exact tattoos. Thus, why he had gotten such a big tattoo in such an obvious place. He was hoping that he would bump into someone who had the same cross in the same place. He wanted to find his soulmate with the cross. 

“Mark hyung.” Yugyeom’s voice pulled Mark out of thought and made him turn to his younger member. “We need to go.” He gestured his head to the stage and Mark nodded, 

“Okay, let’s go.” 

»»————-　　————-««

You opened the front door with your eyes squinted at Leo. 

“Haneul eonnie isn’t here.” You grumble out as you rub your eyes from the evening nap that Leo had ever so rudely woken you from by ringing your doorbell. 

“Is it wrong for me to see my best friend? I needed to see you.” He said as he pushed past you and into the apartment. Your eyes only squinted even more at his words when you turn around to face him after you close the door. 

“Oppa, I know I said you practically live here too, but seriously?” You throw your arms up in the air in annoyance when his back was turned to you with his attention on his phone. You cross your arms over your chest when he turns around and holds his phone up in front of your face, 

“Look familiar?” He questions. You let your eyes adjust to the screen and your jaw goes slack when you see what he’s talking about. You yanked his phone out of his hands and zoom in on the picture or the large cross tattooed on the calf of non other than Mark Tuan from Got7. 

“Holy shit.” You mutter as you look back at him, “Does he have any of the other tattoos?”

Leo takes his phone back, “There’s really blurry pictures of others but look,” He showed you another picture of the tattoos on his bicep and rib cage, “Don’t you have these too?” He gestured to the tattoo on your inner bicep that was slightly showing from under the sleeve of your shirt. 

“No way.” You whisper in slight disbelief, “It could be a coincidence.” You shake your head. Leo raises an eyebrow at you before turning his phone back to himself. 

“It would be a coincidence if he didn’t have this one.” He turns the phone back to you and you could feel your entire being jump when you see a picture of Mark posing in his swimming trunks and a tattoo, no, your paper plane tattoo on his collarbone. 

“Where is this picture from?” You asked as you once again snatch his phone from his hands to get a better look. 

“One of their backup dancers is my brother. Sometimes they get drunk and swim in the pool and it just so happened that Mark got a new tattoo around the same time that you did.” He smirks as he crosses his arms over his chest, “I think we just found your soulmate.” 

“I still don’t believe it.” You bit your lip. 

“(Y/n), seriously?” He huffed out, “He has all your tattoos and that paper plane tattoo is exactly the same as yours.” He crossed his arms over his chest, “When Haneul gets back, I’m going to convince her to take you to their concert here in Seoul.” 

“I don’t know, Leo oppa. It doesn’t make sense. If they’re from Korea, then why do my tattoos always pop up while I’m sleeping?” You question, still stuck on the belief that Mark wasn’t your soulmate. 

“Think outside the box, (Y/n). Maybe he got them while he was on tour or while he was drunk or having an existential crisis in the middle of the night.” He squinted his eyes at you, “I’m getting you into the concert no matter what.” He gave you a cheeky smile and took his phone from your hands, dialing a number. 

“What are you doing?” You asked when he pressed his phone to his ear and began talking. 

“Hyung, when’s the next concert in Seoul?” His question made your eyes widen and you quickly jumped onto his back to try and grab his phone out of his hands. 

“Kang Leo!” You yell as you tried to pull the phone away from him. 

“I think I found Mark-ssi’s soulmate.” He spoke through the aggression you were putting him under, desperately trying to keep both of you standing and swatting your hands away. “Yeah, same tattoos and everything. Even the paper plane. They’re back next week?” You froze. He glanced over his shoulder and smirked when you did, “Alright, thanks. Three would work.” He hung up the phone and you were still hanging on his back frozen. You slid off of his back and glared at him, 

“What if he’s not my soulmate and I just end up embarrassing myself?” You poke at his chest. He raised his hand and flicked your forehead, causing you to yelp and move away from him. 

“That’s for speaking so disrespectfully to me.” He smiled at you, “And if he’s not, then we’ll find out. If he is and you don’t go, you’ll be throwing away an opportunity.” 

“Why do you know literally everyone?” You groaned as you crouched onto the floor with your hands covering your face. 

“I’m a social butterfly.” He shrugged. “You owe me now!” He cheered. You moved your hands from your face and glared at him just as the sound of beeping came from the keypad to the front door. 

Haneul walked into the apartment and froze in her spot when she saw you crouched on the ground and her soulmate standing across from you with a wide smile on his face. 

“Okay, what happened?” She questioned as she slipped off her heels.

“I think I found (Y/n)’s soulmate and he’s an idol!” Leo announced with his hands in the air. 

“Really?” She looked between you and him. You covered your face with your hands once again and nodded. “What did you do?” She moved over to him when she realised Leo must’ve done something about it.

“My brother is a backup dancer for Got7 and he got us three backstage passes for the concert next week in Seoul.” He unlocked his phone and showed her the picture of Mark’s tattoos. 

“Holy shit, (Y/n)’s gonna date an idol.” Haneul chuckled. You look up at her and pout,

“Eonnie, what if it’s not him?” You whine out at her. 

“Oh come on, it’s worth a try.” She waved her hand at you. “If we don’t go at all, we’ll never know.” She tugged on your arm so that you would stand up. “Now, you have a week to prepare. Put yourself together and let’s get two souls together!” She clapped excitedly. 

Haneul and Leo really spent the whole week just getting you ready. Leo even bought the fan lights because he felt like being at a concert without one would be boring. 

“I’m supporting my brother.” Leo shrugged when he insisted on buying the fan light. 

“The fan light is for the group, not your brother.” You pointed out. 

“Sssh,” He hushed you, “By supporting the group, I’m indirectly supporting my brother.” He said as he pulled the boxes off of the shelf. 

Haneul on the other hand was learning fanchants. 

“If we don’t learn them, it’ll be embarrassing. We’re listening to GOT7 almost everyday and we’ve never thought about learning any of the fanchants for fun.” She pointed out when you walked in on her playing one of their comebacks on the TV. You actually ended up joining her after half an hour of her playing Fly over and over again. 

You found yourself staring at the ceiling the night before the concert. You couldn’t bring yourself to sleep. Whether it was excitement from anticipating the concert or the possibility of meeting your soulmate, it wasn’t letting you sleep.

Mark instead was spending his time in the dorms, completely unaware of the person he was going to meet the next day. Leo’s brother had told everyone about it except for Mark, even their managers and the crew. 

“He’s sulking while playing Fortnite.” Jackson sighed as he closed the bedroom door to Jinyoung’s room. 

“If he knew what was going to happen tomorrow, I don’t think he’d sleep.” Jinyoung replied as he turned away from the keyboard sitting on his desk. Jackson sat himself on the edge of his bed, 

“He asked me a while ago about how I felt when I met my soulmate.” He muttered out, obviously concerned for Mark. 

“He asked me that, too. I don’t really blame him. We met our soulmates years ago. He’s the last of us and he hasn’t even come close to feeling like he’s going to meet his.” He pursed his lips as he turned back to the keyboard, starting to aimlessly play a melody. 

“Do you think she’s the one?” Jackson asked after a moment of listening to Jinyoung play. His question made his friend stop to think. 

“Anything could happen, Jackson. They said she has the tattoos. Let’s just hope it’s her.” He nodded slowly. 

“I hate seeing him sad. It makes me sad.” He pouted. 

“You sound like his boyfriend.” Jinyoung joked as he started playing once again. “Don’t worry too much about it. You might accidentally tell him.” He chuckled. 

“I promise I won’t tell him. I’m just worried, I guess.” Jackson shrugged. 

“It’s okay to be worried. He is our brother after all.” Jinyoung nodded at him, “Now, instead of being here, go give him your company. He might be feeling lonely.”

»»————-　　————-««

“You ready?” Haneul asked as she poked her head into your room. You were looking at the full body mirror and trying on outfits. “Are you having trouble?” She asked when you didn’t answer, your full attention of trying to find the right outfit. You turned to her with a sigh. She pursed her lips before rummaging through your closet, 

“I’ve tried everything. Nothing looks nice.” You groan as you plop yourself onto your bed. 

“You’re just nervous.” She pulled out a simple neon green crop top and white shorts, “Try this. Their whole colour is green anyway.” She handed you the outfit. You sat up and gave her a skeptical look but decided to put it on anyway. To your surprise, it was perfect. 

You left the apartment shortly after Leo arrived with all three of the fanlights in his hand, 

“My brother said he handed the passes to one of the guards.” Leo spoke as the three of you made your way down the apartment building, “We just have to show them our ID when we get there so they can confirm it’s us.” 

“You brought your purse, right?” Haneul questioned you. You nodded and pulled your purse out of your clear bag, making a double check to make sure you had everything you needed. 

“All’s here.” You nodded to the two of them. 

“Do you want to watch the show first or do you want to meet Mark first?” Leo asked as the three of you got into his car. 

“Let’s watch the show first. I don’t want him to feel disappointed while he’s performing.” You mutter out as you lean back in the leather seat. 

“Stop thinking that way, (Y/n).” Haneul turned around from the passenger seat to squint at you, “If we don’t go, we’ll never know. Even if he isn’t your soulmate, it’s still worth a shot.” She scolded you. You let out a sigh and nod, 

“Sorry, it just seems really unlikely to me.” You mumbled, looking out of the window to the buildings passing. 

“Why so?” Leo asked as he glanced at you through the rearview mirror. 

“He’s an idol. He’s like… famous. What if he turns me down even if we are soulmates because I’m just normal?” You let out another sigh, sinking further into the seat. 

“That’s impossible.” She shook her head, “You’re his soulmate. I’m pretty sure he’d do anything for you. Right, Leo?” Haneul lightly nudged Leo’s shoulder. 

“Yeah, totally.” He nodded, “My brother said that the other members’ soulmates aren’t idols. They’re with them even though they’re ‘normal’.” He raised one hand to air quote the word normal. “You’ll be fine, (Y/n).” He gave you a reassuring smile through the rearview mirror. 

You let your head rest against the window for the rest of the ride. Both your roommate and your best friend were still trying their best to reassure you, but your heart was still filled with doubt. Anything could happen. Mark was an idol and you were not. 

“Stop worrying about it and let’s have fun.” Haneul spoke as she guided your shoulders towards the venue. After you guys had arrived, you made the sudden decision to turn back but Haneul and Leo were having none of it. 

“You worry too much, (Y/n).” Leo chuckled as he led you straight to the entrance. You watched the way IGOT7’s were excitedly waiting outside the venue with their banners and their lightsticks. “Give me your IDs.” He spoke when he stopped in front of one of the guards. 

You could feel your stomach starting to fill with anxiety the longer you watched him talk to the guard. He turned around after a minute and handed you your pass, “Don’t lose it.” He chuckled. 

“I’m glad we didn’t come any earlier.” You muttered out as you slipped the lanyard of the pass around your neck, “I think it would’ve given me more opportunity to run away.” You joked. 

Haneul chuckled, “We didn’t need to come earlier because Leo’s brother got us VIP seats.” She glanced over at Leo who nodded. 

“We get to watch the whole show from above in one of the balcony area thingies.” He said as he led you into the venue and up the stairs. 

“Holy shit, we’ll see everything from here!” Haneul excitedly clapped her hands when she saw the view of the entire stage. You watched as the venue started to fill with people. The lights went off and you could feel the excitement of the concert buzz starting to replace your anxiety. You watched as the music started and the group came out onto the stage. 

Mark stepped out onto the stage with a smile on his face from the sound of the crowd chanting. 

“Ahgase, are you ready?” Jackson asked into the microphone, his voice coming out through the sound system and echoing throughout the venue. The crowd screamed louder. 

The moment you saw Mark, you were entranced. The sound of his voice made your heart flutter. The way his body moved made your worries completely disappear. His smile melted your heart. 

“Oh my god,” You whispered out in awe. 

Mark’s eyes were constantly scanning the crowd in an attempt to remember as many of their fans as he could. Halfway through Page, his eyes met yours. The whole world slowed down around him and everything else sounded muffled. His lips parted in awe at the sight of you and you could only do the same. It felt as though a fire was ignited in your soul. 

Mark did the only thing he felt was logical and lifted his arm up to show the tattoo on his inner bicep. You rolled up your sleeve and lifted your own arm. Despite the distance, he could still see the tattoo as clear as day. 

“(Y/n)?” Leo turned to you when you saw your arm up but you didn’t respond to him. He followed your gaze and saw Mark staring directly at you. “Haneul!” He called over to his soulmate who was sitting beside him. When she turned to face him, he pointed at you and she realised that you had already locked eyes with Mark. 

“(Y/n)!” Haneul reached over and waved her hand in front of your face, causing you to snap out of your trance. 

“What?” You asked as you turned to her. 

“Is he your soulmate?” She asked. You turn back to the stage and see Mark stealing glances in your direction as he moved over to the other side of the stage before nodding, 

“I think so.” 

»»————-　　————-««

“Take a deep breath, (Y/n).” Haneul rubbed your back gently, “If you really can’t do it, we can go.” She smiled softly at you. You turned to her and nodded, swallowing a lump in your throat. 

“Okay, we just need to follow this dude backstage.” Leo announced as he turned around from the crew member he was talking to. “You okay?” He questioned you, silently offering one last second to let yourself run away but you nodded. 

“I-I can do this.” You took a deep breath and smiled at him. 

“Okay, come on.” The crew member led you into the venue and through the back. You couldn’t help but rub your hands together anxiously the closer you got backstage. You looked around the venue to try and desperately find something that would calm you down when a hand wrapped around yours. 

You turned to your side to see Haneul holding your hand in hers with a comforting smile on her face. Leo slung his arm around your shoulders, 

“If anything happens, we’re here for you.” He smiled at you. You returned the smile, glad that at least you weren’t doing this alone because you were sure you would back out at the last minute. Which you were ready to do when you reached the curtain that hid the backstage. 

The grip on your hand tightened as you pushed through the curtain to see Leo’s brother waiting behind the curtain. His tired expression immediately lit up at the sight of his younger brother, 

“Leo!” He opened his arms and hugged him. 

“Hyung, you did really well!” Leo congratulated him as he pulled away, “This is Haneul and (Y/n).” He moved aside so that his brother could see you both. 

“I assume (Y/n)-ssi is the soulmate since you’ve mentioned Haneul-ssi a couple times before.” He smiled at you, “I’ll tell you now, Mark couldn’t stop talking about you right after the show finished.” He chuckled as he started walking, the three of you following him through the backstage area. “He kept talking about this girl who had his tattoos and how his entire world stopped moving the moment he saw her.” 

Haneul nudged your shoulder teasingly when she saw your cheeks starting to heat up. 

“(Y/n)’s nervous that he’ll turn her down because she’s not an idol.” She told Leo’s brother. You slapped her arm and she stuck her tongue out at you in response. 

“Really?” He turned around to glance at you. When you nodded shyly he let out a soft chuckle, “There’s no way that’ll happen. He’s sad a lot of the time because he’s the only one who hasn’t found his soulmate. All the other members found theirs years ago.” He stopped walking when he reached the changing room and turned around to face you completely, “No worries about this at all, (Y/n)-ssi. He will most definitely want to be with you.” He reassured you. 

He waited until you nodded and he knocked on the door. Your grip on Haneul’s hand turned into you practically hugging her arm as you felt yourself getting more and more nervous once again. She placed her other hand on top of yours to calm your nerves. 

“God, if you weren’t here, I probably would’ve melted into the ground.” You muttered out to her and she laughs, 

“I know you would, that’s why I’m here.” She teased, “Unfortunately, when the door opens and you have to see Mark, Leo and I are going to stay out here.” She muttered to you just as the door opened to reveal Youngjae. He looked between Leo’s brother and the three of you before nodding, 

“Is it her?” He gestured to you. Leo’s brother nodded. “Okay, good, because Mark hyung is getting sad again.” He chuckled as he moved aside to let you into the room. You glanced behind you to see Haneul, Leo and his brother looking at you with their thumbs up as the door closed. 

“Sad?” You questioned as you turned to Youngjae.

“He’s scared he’ll never see you again.” He let out another soft chuckle. The further you got into the room, the more members you saw. Yugyeom and BamBam were the next two who saw you, their eyes widening as they quickly left the room. “We’ll give you guys your privacy, but we’ll come back in like 20 minutes.” He said after Jinyoung and Jaebeom noticed your presence. 

Once they had left the room, you caught sight of Mark sitting in the corner with his knees to his chest. If the room hadn’t been empty, you wouldn’t have heard his soft sobs. You froze in place, unsure of whether you should comfort him or not. 

He glanced up at you and his bloodshot eyes widened when he saw you. “W-What are you doing here?” He asked as he scrambled to his feet and wiped away his tears with the back of his hand.

“My best friend saw a picture of your paper plane tattoo and his brother’s one of your backup dancers.” You explained softly as you took a step closer to him. 

“Are you…” He trailed off as he took a step closer as well, “My soulmate?” He asked as he hesitantly extended his hand towards you. 

“I think I am.” You whispered out as you took his hand. The electricity that ran through your hand was enough to let you know. Your entire body felt warm and felt as though the initial jolt was starting to ignite you from deep within. It was exactly the same feeling as when you had locked eyes with him for the first time. 

Mark’s grip on your hand tightened and more tears leaked out of his eyes as he smiled, 

“It’s you.” He let out a laugh through his tears, “You’re my soulmate.” He whispered as he leaned his face closer to yours. 

“I’ve been meaning to meet you.” You couldn’t help the smile that was creeping onto your face as he leaned closer and pressed his chapped lips to yours. You could feel the explosion everyone was talking about. Your heart felt like it could burst from pure love just by the feeling of his lips on yours. 

He wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you against him, deepening the kiss. Your arms wrapped around his shoulders to tighten your grip around him. 

“That’s enough.” Jackson giggled from the doorway, forcing the two of you apart to turn to him only to see all of them - including Haneul, Leo, his brother and all their crew members - watching the two of you. “We don’t need any messes in the changing rooms.” He wiggled his eyebrows at the two of you. 

“Shut up.” Mark grumbled at him through the smile before turning back to you. “You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting to meet you.” He hummed out as he pressed his forehead against yours.

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Carpe Diem - Jinyoung x Reader

Pairing: Park Jinyoung (GOT7) x Female!Reader                                            

Summary: Moving to Korea for a job is something, but meeting Park Jinyoung in a totally impossible/ridiculous way? Now we’re talking. Y/N is definitely in for a wild ride.

Warnings: being stuck in an elevator; acrophobia; mild panic attack; swearing; but also fluff and cuteness.

 Wordcount: 4.4k

 A/N: Just an idea at the top of my head like that; also, it’s a first-person perspective. I’m not that into using the second person (“you”). Hope you enjoy it!

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           I was rushing from desk to desk; juggling between official documents and frivolous memos like my life was depending on it. Having recently joined the Human Resources department of the successful JYP entertainment corporation, I had nothing to lose and everything to prove to my superiors.

Granted, working for HR was not as glamorous as being one of the top hats, but it was gratifying enough for me to move my ass from North America to Korea in an instant. Don’t get me wrong, I wasn’t running from my old life, I was just trying to find my true vocation.

 HR was definitely not it, but dreams don’t come true without money.

Luckily enough, JYP had half the department working in English, which grandly facilitated my tasks: my Korean wasn’t... let’s say it wasn’t bad but neither was it good.

As I had barely bit down my sad homemade sandwich for lunch, I heard a loud screech coming from behind me. I was tempted to hide under my desk but decided against it.

“Y/N!”

 I turned around to face my evil boss: Ms. Lee.

Before I could even answer, she started babbling about, rummaging through the documents on the surface of my desk and destroying every ounce of my setup whatsoever.

“Can I help with something?” I muttered under my breath, half-wishing she wouldn’t have heard it.

“If you did your job correctly, you wouldn’t have to ask, would you now?” she snapped back like an angry Chihuahua.

I pressed my tongue against my front teeth, holding back any sorts of remarks that I might’ve wanted to yell at her. My new work friend, Mi-ja tried to cover her smile from across the desk facing me but miserably failed.

“Where are the charts from floor twenty?” my boss squeaked, her eyes shooting lasers at me.

“The what?”

She deeply sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose like it wasn’t only my second week in the business. With a voice trembling with anger, she gathered her thoughts.

“I need the GOT7 charts, you hear me? I asked hours ago for you to get them!”

My eyes widened: is that what she was shouting when I entered her office at 8 am with the wrong coffee? My boss kept shaking her head vehemently, deeply disappointed in me. I’d lie if I said it didn’t hurt a small bit, but I learned long ago not to bother with bullies like her.

“I’ll get them right away,” I stated calmly.

“You better!” she shouted again as she turned her back to me and paced down toward her office.

It was my turn to deeply inhale and exhale, letting the pressure of the last few minutes out.

“Ouch,” retorted Mi-ja with a pitiful expression.

“Yeah...”

I mumbled that word while beginning to make my way toward the elevator. With tensed shoulders, I pressed the 20th-floor button and let the doors close by themselves. It took a few stops to get there since my office was located on the 8th floor, but eventually, I stepped out in a luxurious lobby.

Windows were larger than on the HR floor; the light was plunging into the room, making it look much bigger than it actually was.

A cute secretary with platinum hair was sitting at the front desk; she offered me a sweet smile and greeted me in Korean.

“Hi,” I replied in English, “I’m here to get the documents for human resources,” I tried to explain clearly in case she wasn’t fluent.

She nodded at my word and smiled again. She turned around on her wheeling chair and grabbed a thick black folder.

“Here you go,” she let out in a tiny voice.

“Thank you!”

She bowed and I made my way back to the elevator; if only everyone in this building was as nice as her, life would be much easier.

A millisecond after the doors started closing; I heard a loud yelp from the reception hall. I rapidly placed my hand between the sensors, stopping the elevator in its motion. Unfortunately, while doing so, I struggled with the file which was securely locked in the crook on my elbow: a few sheets of paper fell on the floor, provoking a deep sigh from my throat.

I didn’t even look at the person entering the cabin as I crouched to pick up the fallen sheets.

“Mianhada,” apologized the man in Korean.

“It’s okay,” I retorted in English, my eyes focused on the task.

In a hurry, the man crouched down to help me. His hands went directly for the ground, but I had already recuperated my work. It’s at that moment that I crossed his gaze.

His brown irises shined with guilt and sorry, but that’s not what my thoughts were on about. To resume, my mind went like: holy fucking shit that is Park Jinyoung, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck! What do I do? How do I look? Oh, he must think I’m an idiot! And so on and on like a twelve-year-old girl meeting her favourite idol.

By his facial expression: my jaw must’ve fallen on the floor. I couldn’t control it fast enough to look at least remotely professional. No, instead, I opted for the shocked face and widened eyes.

He offered me a polite smile, but something in his irises was off; like a glint of annoyance. Perhaps he was tired of being looked at this way.

Slowly, we both went back to standing awkwardly, my mouth shut and his arms crossed on his chest. He cleared his throat, hastily apologized again and pressed the first-floor button.

I analyzed his reflection on the metallic doors: he was wearing a dark long-sleeved shirt, some jeans, a pair of glasses and sneakers. In every way, shape, and form, did he look perfect.

But something was definitely wrong in the way he was holding himself. I shyly eyed him, hoping he wouldn’t notice. Although I had previously thought he was annoyed by my behaviour, perhaps something else was bothering him: he stared deadly into the void, his breathing low as his chest was heaving up and down.

I wanted to ask him if he was all right, but I held the thought in, knowing it wasn’t my place.

After picking up a person on the 18th floor and dropping them on the 16th, I wiggled, ill-a-ease, on my feet. I was ashamed of my initial reaction and somehow wanted to fix the image I had given.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to... insult you,” I let out quietly while fidgeting with the hem of my shirt.

Baffled, Jinyoung’s eyes widened and he looked at me, intrigued. He opened his mouth to reply, but before he could even make a sound, a loud thud was heard from the top of the elevator.

With a strident screech, the cabin came to a difficult stop, making the whole world shake around us. I squeaked as I grabbed one of the handles, fear clawing through my whole body.

Jinyoung also held on, but didn’t make a sound; the only thing apparent was the worry on his flawless face. He looked up, then at me, questions marks in his eyes.

“What’s going on?” I inquired even though I knew none of us could even begin to answer that question.

“I don’t know,” he responded with a thick Korean accent.

We waited a few seconds before we both straightened our backs. As I looked around, I pointed out the shining red button with a phone on it. Jinyoung nodded and went directly to press it.

I was trying to control my thoughts and heartbeat, but both of them were getting wild.

A man's voice made itself heard; Jinyoung explained the problem, in Korean, with worry plastered on his face. The man responded, but I couldn’t quite catch what he was saying; still, I took reassurance in Jinyoung’s facial reactions and slight nodding: concern seemed to be washing away from his irises.

When he turned back around to face me, I composed myself and tried to look remotely calm.

“What’s the verdict?” I inquired with an unwanted shaky voice.

“He said at least one hour,” the idol admitted while pointing one finger in the air, “they have to call... huh...” he struggled to find his word, “maintenance?” he finally let out, unsure.

I acquiesced with a nod, but those words did not reassure me; on the contrary, my heart went flying as if it was trying to burst out of my chest. Dizzy, I struggled to stay on my feet.

I remembered a few tricks my therapist had told me, back in my hometown: 1) take deep breaths, 2) ask yourself if it’s really the end of the world, 3) what do you do to relax? Try to do it in that situation.

So, I started breathing in and out, imagining a square filling up with air in front of me, holding my breath for four seconds, and releasing it as the square emptied itself. It was a helpful strategy, but my thoughts were still racing.

Jinyoung stared at me, confused by my sudden behaviour, but I ignored him.

I placed my back against the wall and let my body slide on the floor, my breathing still not regularizing itself. With trembling hands, I put my important folder on the ground and pulled my legs on my chest.

You’re not going to die. The elevator is not going to fall.

I kept repeating these two sentences in my head, over and over again. Perhaps that is why I didn’t notice when Jinyoung kneeled in front of me.

“Are you okay?” he inquired, worried.

I tilted my head to the side, and, without really wanting to, gave him the do-I-look-like-I’m-okay? eyes.

He realized his mistake and softly apologized in a murmur I had barely heard over the pounding in my ears. Jinyoung put his other leg on the ground and, suddenly, placed a hand over my knee; his warmth reaching all the way through my jeans.

My eyes darted toward him, but he didn’t budge. With a comforting half-smile, he locked gaze with me.

“You are gonna be okay,” he simply said, his fingers squeezing me lightly. “Help is on the way.”

I wondered how his English had improved in the last twenty seconds but pushed the strange thought away when he opened his mouth again.

“Repeat,” Jinyoung ordered.

I looked at him with puzzled eyes.

“Repeat,” he said again, determination in his irises.

I gulped; my throat dried from the panic.

“I-I...” I started with difficulty, “I’m gonna be okay... Help... Help is coming.”

Once again, a small simper appeared on his lips.

“Good”

It was the only word he said before switching his position to sitting. Surprisingly, he didn’t move far away like I thought he would’ve; he stayed very close as if he was scared I would have started panicking if he’d move.

With a sigh, he let his head collide on the wall in a soft thud. Desperate, he ran a hand through his hair, making me wonder how I could even contain myself being this close to a man like him.

After a few minutes of total silence, he eyed me. I was fidgeting with my fingers, my head telling me not to move too quickly or the elevator might fall.

“What’s your name?” Jinyoung questioned out of nowhere.

I jerked my head up to meet his curious gaze.

“Y/N,” I responded in a whisper.

“You’re not from here?” he inquired again, his attention peaked.

“No”

He hummed in response as if he finally understood me.

“How long have you worked here?”

Now it was me who was intrigued: why the sudden interest? I stared at him and blinked a few times. When he finally noticed my glare, he returned it.

“Hum...” I let out, intimidated, “a few weeks.”

“You like it?”

“So far, so good”

He kept nodding his head like he was fascinated by the conversation.

“Why are you asking me that?” I finally gathered the courage to ask.

Jinyoung scoffed and lazily put one of his legs under him.

“Just curious,” he finally admitted, his hand reaching for his phone that had just started to ring.

He answered it, said a few words way too quickly and hung up like it was the worst exchange he had ever had.

“Tough day?” I jokingly told him.

“Yeah,” he sighed, letting me surprised that he even answered.

From what I remembered, Park Jinyoung was the kind of person who did not talk a lot; on the contrary, he seemed like a very silent type of guy.

“Me too,” I breathed out, lifting my hands in the air.

He chuckled at my reaction.

“So, what’s up?” I inquired bluntly, “I mean, what’s wrong?”

I blushed when his eyes locked with mine; a glint of disbelief in his brown irises. He slightly squinted his eyelids and looked at me like I was some kind of crazy woman. Although I was sure he was about to flip me off or something, Jinyoung simply sighed and shrugged his shoulders.

“Had an argument with one of the members,” he finally confessed, his expression switching from surprise to anger, but then to sadness.

“I’m sorry; I know it sucks to argue with family,” I offered a genuine reply, knowing that they’re not related, but might as well be.

“And what about you, what’s wrong?” he returned the question after cutely smiling at me.        

“My boss is a bitch,” I blurted out without hesitation.

He raised his eyebrows, surprised by my matter-of-fact response. I awkwardly laughed, realizing it might not have been the best thing to say to a man like Jinyoung. But, instead of looking at me weirdly, he just softly chuckled, his gaze bearing mine.

“Are you always like this?” he scoffed.

“Just when I’m stuck God knows how many feet in the air,” I replied sarcastically, pursing my lips together.

“I thought I was very unlucky today,” the idol stated, his voice deep, “but there are worst places to be right now.”

His eyes searched mine while my lips stretched delicately into a soft smile; had Jinyoung just kind of complimented me?

“You’re not wrong, there are definitely worst people to be stuck in an elevator with,” I added.

A warm and deep laugh emitted from his throat, provoking my smile to grow even more. For a moment, it felt like I wasn’t even battling against my fear of heights, and it released the tension in my shoulders. Looking at Jinyoung laugh had erased all panic from my brain and for the first time in a few minutes, I was able to breathe normally.

“You didn’t ask my name,” he eventually said.

I scoffed.

“It’s because I already know it, Park Jinyoung.”

“I see, you are IGOT7?”

I rolled my eyes at him; there was no way in hell I was about to let him know I used to be their biggest fan.

“I work here, stupid,” I jokingly let out.

He faked being offended and burst out laughing, his hand hiding his mouth.

“So, you don’t like us?”

“Did I say that?” I replied way too hastily.

With an arrogant smile, he tilted his head to the side and stared at me with sparkly eyes.

“What?” I asked.

He smiled to himself and slightly shook his head with a chuckle as if he had just thought about something funny, but the words that came out of his mouth were everything but.

“You’re just really beautiful,” he complimented me, causing my saliva to get stuck in my throat.

I coughed under the surprise and hid my face between my knees which were still glued to my chest. I heard Jinyoung make fun of me, and muffled my very own laugh on my legs. When I finally straightened my head, his eyes were still focused on me.

I profusely blushed before he decided to end my torture and looked away.

Strangely enough, the following moment wasn’t as awkward as I thought it would be; we just stayed there and stupidly smiled for minutes.

A few thoughts crossed my mind as I observed the man in front of me. I admired his dark hair dishevelled after what I assumed might’ve been a dance practice, his nose scrunching from time to time as he was reacting to his own thoughts, the way he kept peculiarly twisting his fingers, but most importantly, how only his presence was soothing me and alleviating my fears.

Out of the blue, I decided to change position. After all, we only have one life to live, don't we? So why spend it hesitating and not grasping the moment? Bluntly, I wiggled my body until I was sitting right next to Jinyoung. I tried to do it as slowly as possible so the cabin wouldn’t move and I supposed that that was the reason he chuckled at me.

He didn’t say a word after that, which I thought was a good sign. His body even loosened up when my arm brushed against his.

What the fuck are you doing, Y/N?

I forcefully pushed my reflections away and stopped moving; my heartbeat kicking up once again but for a very different reason.

Perhaps it was the lack of air in the cabin or the sudden heat washing over me, but my brain stopped working completely. Slowly but surely, I slid my head on Jinyoung’s shoulder. I half-expected him to jerk away or tell me to fuck off, but instead, he smirked. All I could see from where I was looking was his cheeks inflate from his smile.  

“You’re strange,” he murmured.

“I’ll take that as a compliment,” I muttered back with a chortle.

“It is a compliment.”

I slightly shook my head, still on his shoulder, and exhaled slowly.

We stayed like that for what felt like an hour; not talking, just enjoying each other’s silence. At one point, Jinyoung even placed his hand on mine like it was nothing. My mind was racing, but who was I to refuse to hold hands with Park Jinyoung?

Somehow, the day had started horribly and, when the elevator got stuck, I thought it was the worst time of my life, but with Jinyoung by my side it didn’t feel so bad anymore.

It’s a strange situation to bound over, but somehow, it was perfect.

I had no idea if he felt the same way, but to me, that moment would be worth cherishing for a long time.

We both got extremely startled when we heard a voice on the speaker. In a swift movement, and, not going to lie, some reluctance, we got on our feet and listened to the man’s speech. Jinyoung translated it to a few words: they’re here.

“Really?” I let out unimpressed as I rolled my eyes, “he literally spoke for five minutes and that’s your takeaway?”

With a defeated smile, Jinyoung shrugged his shoulders and, I swear to God, if I had had the time, I would’ve kissed him right there and then.

But it was barely a millisecond later that we heard a loud thud and the elevator moved. Instinctively, I grabbed Jinyoung’s arm and held it close to me. He slid a hand over mine and squeezed it lightly.

We both looked up, surprised when a large man appeared over us. He seemed to be a fireman. I guessed maintenance couldn’t quite fix the problem. He greeted us with a smile and Jinyoung replied in Korean. I laughed at our saviour’s apparently very casual and chill demeanour; he sure as hell knew how to relieve the tension out of a very stressful situation.

“The door is right over us,” explained Jinyoung, translating the fireman’s words to me, “he’s going to help up get there, lift us.”

My eyes widened.

“Don’t worry, I got you,” said the idol, his eyes trying to comfort me.

I nodded when the fireman held one of his hands down. I placed the important folder, the one thing that had started all of this, inside my shirt. Then, I grabbed the man’s hand with strength and pulled at the same time as him. Jinyoung came to my rescue a few seconds later, putting his hands under one of my feet and giving me a powerful trust.

In an instant, I was standing on the top of the elevator, about to throw up. Our saviour offered a hand to Jinyoung, but he refused it. Instead, he jumped and grabbed the edge of the small opening and pulled himself over to us.

I couldn’t help but admire him while he was doing so, hoping I wasn’t sporting a look of pure admiration and desire as I thought I was.

I couldn’t let go of Jinyoung’s arm even when we finally reached stable ground; unfortunately, I had to when a team of first aid workers rushed to him like he was about to die. I was pulled away from him rapidly.

It was a strange view, how they were all over him, checking his vitals and bringing him water. I, on the other hand, was left alone, next to the fireman who was also watching the scene, as speechless as I was. Idols are seen as gods, and, don’t get me wrong, I wasn’t one to think differently, but this just hit differently.

I waited a few minutes, thinking I might get some aid too, apart from our saviour who gently brought me a bottle of water, but the aid team was too focused on Jinyoung to even notice me. When my phone rang, I deeply sighed, noticing my boss’s name on the tiny screen.

I answered and, as expected, received a bunch of screams from the other side. I tried to explain the situation, but she wasn’t having it. Anger ran down my spine and, as if the last hour hadn’t happened, the shitty day came back with a fiery blast.

I exhaled and pinched the bridge of my nose, a strong headache hitting me. With one last look toward Jinyoung, who seemed to have been given oxygen to, I redirected myself to the stairs.

I thanked the fireman as well as I could and pushed the door. With trembling legs, I started climbing down, tears forming in my eyes without my consent.

“Wait!”

I turned around after hearing someone shout after me. At first, I thought it might’ve been the first aid team, but was surprised by a concerned Jinyoung running down the stairs as fast as he could. He still had a ripped oxygen mask around his neck.

He tried to pull my arm to go back up, but I refused.

“I gotta go back to work,” I stated with a thick American accent.

“No, you have to get help,” he pushed.

“I’m fine,” I half-lied.

I mean, I was fine physically: the panic had passed, I wasn’t feeling as dizzy anymore, and my heartbeat was back to normal. Mentally, it was another thing, but that wasn’t important right now.

He gave me the don’t-lie-to-me look but I ignored it and shrugged my shoulders.

“Okay then,” he started, ready to compromise, “give me your number so I can check up on you later.”

“W-What?” I stuttered.

“You heard,” he frowned while getting his phone out of his pocket.

I raised an eyebrow at him and didn’t grab his device.

“Do it,” he ordered, getting impatient.

I rolled my eyes until they reached the back on my head and grasped the iPhone. I entered my digits lazily like I was getting scolded by my mom. With a smirk, he took his phone back and called me.

“Why are you calling me?” I replied, ignoring it with a swipe of the thumb.

“So you have my number too and you’ll answer when I call you and ask you on a date.”

I jerked my head up, my gaze crossing his, but I couldn’t bear it for long. His smile had widened and his irises were shining like never before. I anxiously bit my lower lip and shook my head, baffled by his flirting. Before I could even add anything, Jinyoung grabbed my chin and forced me to lock eyes with him.

“Y/N, meeting you was the best part of my day,” he started with a raspy voice, “and right now, all I can think about is spending more time with you.”

I had previously wondered if I had left as much of an impression on him as he had left on me, and I was more than happy to get a response to my inquiry.

My lips stretched into a soft smirk and I could feel the heat crawl up to my heart, clawing through my thick anti-feeling wall like never before. I chuckled when he offered me the cutest smile ever.

“I’d like that too,” I replied delicately, my hand reaching his which was still holding my chin.

He grinned and slightly shook his head.

“I’m glad we met,” Jinyoung added.

“Me too.”

With a simpering smile, he slowly pulled his hand away and bore my gaze. I couldn’t quite decipher the look in his irises, but something was telling me I’d have all the time in the world to size that man up.

“I’ll see you later then, Y/N,” he finally stated, my name rolling on his tongue, as he analyzed my face.

He leaned in and I anxiously stopped breathing. In a very soft manner, Jinyoung brushed his lips over my cheek and kissed it for much longer than necessary; it caused my legs to tremble under me as if I had just gotten out a crazy rollercoaster.

“Yes, you will,” I admitted, my voice playful as he leaned back, desire plastered over his face.

And with those words, he turned around and climbed back the stairs, leaving me completely baffled and shocked, but also filled with excitement and joy.

What a day, I thought to myself, and what a man.

I exhaled deeply, but this time, it felt amazing. I climbed down the stairs much more calmly than minutes before, my head stuck in the clouds and my stomach filled with butterflies.

I had to admit, if I ever had to get stuck in an elevator with someone again, I’d choose Park Jinyoung in a heartbeat.

[jinyoungsir]

When you write an almost 12k fic and then realize you have to read and edit an almost 12k fic before having the satisfaction of posting it.

Anyway, Waking Up In Vegas, The Night Before [M] should be posted 3.19.20, whoohoo!!!🥳

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